Return of the brick chick

Ugh, much too long at work again, mostly redrafting my paper on economics, and my brain ran out of brain.

Fortunately I needed to buy milk so after a bit of a rest I headed out on a random ride through the Bush estate and eventually went to the shops.  The peripatetic tree surgeons are back in the estate, and they will likely destroy and litter the beautiful grounds, just as they did at Easter Bush which they have just vacated.  I shall not be answering the door to cold-calling tree surgeons any more because I know where they are disposing of their trailer loads of prunings.

I also went out with my panniers because the other day I found the broken G.S. Loudon brick that I spotted in May.  Someone had knocked it off the fence post and it was hidden in the long grass.  It's another for the collection!