The Lawley

Someone had the good idea that I take Poppydog up The Lawley and then go and get his newspaper. My rewards for this feat have been a sore knee reincarnating, just when I thought it had gone, and some more long distance vistas. Plus a sense of smug self righteousness. This blip is the raven compass at the top; there are a good number here, in fact a lot of noisy bird stuff was due to a couple of crows chasing a raven, all three having something to say about it. Not as chilly as yesterday as the wind has died but I still needed warm gear on.
Housework for the remainder- my halo is shining.