The mighty fall

Obviously my thoughts like for so many were ten years ago, remembering precisely what happened that day. A truly terrible event. I recall the day very well.

We spent the day, picking brambles, seeing friends with a newly arrived baby, doing mundane things that we always do.

On the way to pick brambles we spotted this, a dead falcon, behind a bus stop. After yesterday's bird incident, I thought that this was an altogether sadder shot.

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