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I was back in Stratford this morning to have bloods taken at the hospital. Afterwards R and I met up for coffee, then he went to do some shopping while I walked down to the river. When I first saw … Continued
I don’t know how you do prestidigitation without opposable thumbs, but there was a definite hint of a magic trick about this. I had the camera trained and focused on this Wren for several seconds, shooting on burst, during which … Continued
Most of England has suffered far less from Storm Babet than Scotland has, but even in the Midlands we had very heavy rain overnight, and woke to flash flooding this morning. Living in a valley as we do, it was … Continued
I had to go to Stratford this morning, to collect a book I’d ordered for the Boy Wonder. I hadn’t asked for rain, or expected it given that the forecast merely threatened cloud, but as I arrived it began to … Continued
Another supermarket delivery fail had me back in Stratford this morning, where despite the sunshine there were no Migrant Hawkers out because it was only 10°C. This is far closer to the seasonal average for mid-October, but still a bit … Continued
This morning at Lucy’s Mill, while photographing Migrant Hawkers, I was moaning at some innocent civilians about the lack of tufted ducks in Stratford, and blaming the unseasonably warm weather for causing them to delay their southward migration. Then I … Continued
R and I had booked a block of time this afternoon to check each other’s tax returns before submitting them. It was also forecast to rain later in the day. These two facts were depressing enough for us to feel … Continued