Dove

I was hoping for a blazing Arnside sunset this evening, but it wasn't to be. The feral pigeons are always hanging out under the deck of Arnside viaduct and I waited a long time for this one to show himself well. Apart from the drifting, echoing sounds of life from the village, it feels very remote out here, just you with the pigeons cooing, the oystercatchers piping, and the wingbeats of small flocks of shelducks.

I left Gus behind this evening after we had walked him on the Silverdale shore. He has had an upset tummy today, but he is otherwise his usual exuberant self.

Peter delivered the panels to be used for the exhibition last night, hopefully we should have the prints back by the weekend. The slideshow is building gradually. This weekend I have to finish writing the narratives.