Today I met two cyclists (one with a fat black Labrador struggling to keep up), two dog walkers (of which one was indecently cheerful) and a walker with earbuds. It was like being on the motorway.


Guess what was sitting there in the sky out on the horizon. Right, a hot air balloon.

It was absolutely beautiful out with a heavy dew sparkling in the sunlight. In the path out of the garden a young collared dove was sitting plonked in the middle. It had clearly, rather stupidly, fallen out of its nest. It started scooting away in a panic. I had to run after it and jump over it or it would have scooted all the way along the narrow path to the road. As it was, it turned back and scooted, panicking, back the way it came. Drama queen.