A day of showers so I have spent most of my time sorting through some pictures that I took of a holiday to Canada in 1989. These were originally slides but I got hem digitally converted about 15 years ago but any sense of order was lost a long time ago. However, with the aid of Diane's diary and the original slides I have managed to put them in order. It was a fun exercise because as I sorted them I was able to remember many details.
Suffice to say I only went outside when the sun briefly shone and the blue tit was planning his route into the feeder