A Chaffinch

At the railway station early this morning, as I was trying to capture an atmospheric shot of the heavy morning mist, a saw this little pink chested chaffinch. Misty photos are harder than I had thought , to get it really successfully.
The bird looked at peace with the world, and so sweet, high up in a tree , perched above the raised beds where Paul and I planted our chitted(sprouting) potatoes, yesterday when the sun was shining.
I have been to morning Christian fellowship.
Allen, one of our pastors, presented us with a thought provoking idea, after giving a sermon on the theme of Prophecy, God 's way of foretelling what will take place in the future.
We were all given small pieces of paper.
On the first one we had to draw in felt pen, where we are in our life now, just using simple outlines and matchstick men/women.
Then on the second piece we were asked to draw our future dreams .
Mine centred on growing more local food and spreading enthusiasm for this.
We were asked to consider how we were going to make our dreams come true.
This could involve jotting down words, so I wrote prayer, hard work, good humour and perseverance.