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Yesterday’s lovely light turned out to have been a meteorological error, which was rapidly corrected: today we were back under a blanket of thick, grey murk. Sigh.

So with no particular reason for getting out and about, this morning R and I blasted through the taking down and stowing away of the Christmas decorations, before rewarding ourselves with a late lunch in Stratford. It was while we were walking back to the car that I saw this scene, which I initially liked just for the dark boat disappearing into the gloom – but when I saw the pilot’s fabulous hair I couldn’t resist the shot. I would love to have mine this colour, but I fear that if I tried it I’d look like a demented red setter.

R’s comment was that he thought the chap was probably grateful that today was his day to match the boat, and hers to match the life belt.

2019 birds:
40 Stock dove
41 Great spotted woodpecker
42 Lapwing