Gone to the Dogs

Long day, but better than late - started with a blustery seat on Arthur , cooking breakfast, while watching a Kestrel hunt and the sun rise.

Work was work, before meeting Mel at the German market and getting the obligatory big wheel photo, then cocktails in Bramble, dinner in the Dogs, whisky in the Society.

And that was it really, save for a fruitless lunchtime sortie to try and find some Waxwings. Unsuccessfully.