An improvisatory, essentially indefensible, randomly configured tragi-comedy
(no great revelations are likely to be accrued from its consumption)
12 December 2009
A bit more brown
Jack ticked the Brown Shrike today, during the process we both got slightly muddier than was strictly necessary but did get to chuckle, in typically childish fashion, at the little band of scope-pack wearing, RSPB cafe inhabitants who form the majority at these last knockings twitches. Oh, what larks!