The scene in the following morning as I took the dogs for their first walk
Farewell MR..
Widow Twanky's laundromat..
Left alone, I did some laundry and got it out in the sunshine to dry, cleaned brass, read my book, constantly threw a ball in the river for Fletcher and Floyd to retrieve and prepared a BBQ for when MR returned. In between all this activity I tried to get decent photographs of the Marsh Harriers that were hunting along the river margins, and the Barn Owl but to date, not very successfully...
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