Three Mornings, One Afternoon, One Evening

No yearticks.


The Nose produced nowt better than Garden Warbler [and an interesting gull], a visit to Yarner produced many pretty fungi, and a hope for a returning Little Stint at Bowling Green produced Wood Sands and Ruff plural but no teeny tots..


[And yes, I very nearly went to Black Hole for the afternoon*...]


Tis late and I may well be up early tomorrow, so that's it for now.





[[*Many naughty words removed]]