That beak

Every evening, as we sit at the table to eat, along comes a young woodpecker to join us. The few little sparrows and blue tits that are still around wait or give up - they will not go near that beak - very wise!

We had quite a thunderstorm this afternoon and torrential rain. This was forecast, along with warnings about flash flooding. So of course G went into Appleby to the Gym and . . . guess what . . . roads were flooded and he got stuck! He got some help pushing the car out and he just arrived home very wet. Maybe look at the forecast another time?