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I'd gone to set up the tripod to try to capture the nestful of fledgling tits which had descended on our bird feeders. However by the time I'd found where W had hidden the big lens they'd all gone. I thought I'd carry on setting up in the hope that the fledgies would return and while I was sorting out the focus this one (though obviously not a bluetit!) conveniently posed on a nearby branch instead. 

We made falafels (again) tonight. Ever since Son 1 spotted the box of falafel mix in Lundy's tiny shop we've all become addicted. He was already smitten and it's obviously contagious. Even veg- phobic Son 2 is like a pig in muck assembling a falafel wrap complete with hummus, tahini sauce and salad. I'm not sure he realises there is absolutely no meat in it. At all.