Confession time

I drove out of the village this morning heading towards Youlthorpe, as I approached the Thorns I spied what I thought to be a barn owl in a tree, I realised it was probably too high up to be an owl so tried to look closer. ...it seemed to be mostly white with some black detail on its wings and tail feathers. I figured it was worth shooting back home to pick up both my camera and binoculars. This was a big bird.
As I drove back down the road I chanted ...please still be there, please be there. To my joy it was still there.
It will be there until the next gale happens along and blows it away.
Bloody helium balloons.