Midsummer. Afternoon.

The wheel of the year continues to turn. We walk in a day carved out as the longest. Maybe with a sense of obligation, the sun shines down. My children gaze up at a horse chestnut tree, in the shade filled with an irrational, unseasonal hope.

They mark out the year only by conkers and snow.




Even the starlings were sunbathing.



Tea Bird

I just took the dog out for a quick walk before we set off for a drive to Shropshire. While doing so I spotted a Starling carrying a tea bag. Really. I tried to get a photograph of it for you lot, but, alas, it was too shy and I was too slow.

When I get back I will try and catch a Crow having coffee and cake.

Have a good Sunday.