The Glade

Eels once played in the Glade.

West Holts

It’s a bit warm today. After a cold shower and a cup of tea, we’re now sitting on the grass at West Holts. In the shade of the flags, with an ice cold Brothers’ pear cider (not the stuff you can buy in supermarkets).

Bread

One of the woodpigeons with a slice of bread.

One of the pair with a nest in the garden.

Decorating

Well, I’ve spent my Friday evening and my weekend decorating my mother’s front room. It was warm and, with a hangover this morning, I thought I was going to die today.

I’m now listening to birds in the garden. With my good friend, Mr Beck.

Scab

My tattoo scab is starting to fall of.

The Birds

My second in command put a slice of bread out for the wood pigeons a few minutes ago.

They’ve spotted it, but I think it’s too close to where I’m sitting. They’re staring at me.

Or the bread.

Pocket

While I’ve not had a lot of free time today, I’ve installed some essential programs on my new GPD Pocket.

It’s running pretty well, better than I’d expected for something so small. I won’t post another picture, since its appearance hasn’t changed since yesterday.

It’s still beautiful.