
Misty earlier, but by about 6:20 that was burning off and the dawn chorus was under way. Neither Max nor I needed a torch on. 10C, feels like 9, no wind apart from the cabbage from last night's dinner.





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. WTAF?
. Snip snip & bob's yer auntie as we said back in the day. He's out of my will anyway over that fecking tree.
. Dozed though much of it.
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