Red Hot Poker...

...and a tiny bird with a bit of yellow on it. We call them spar(w)rens, which covers a lot of ground

I took a different way back on the ocean walk this morning; there was a surf contest at the point with an excrutiatingly loud amplification system, and I did not want to pass through there twice. So I got to see the backs of familiar trees, a different angle of the field, and some big houses and gardens. That was as exciting as things got today. The much-touted rain has still not arrived.