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16 January 2015
I went to church
The tower of St. Woolos Cathedral, prime Black Redstart habitat. It's up there, amongst the swirling mists of myth and fantasy, flitting about between the gargoyles; and I'm down here, peering up, like a modern day, rational empiricist, not-so-saintly Francis of Assisi. Another one on the non-existent year list.
After the successful bagging of the sanctified start, I thought I'd better pop in on Ynysyfro to ensure a rapid descent back to the oh-so earthly. Bugger all present except five Shoveler and a Red Admiral fluttering up and down the sunny side of a hedge.