BIGGIN HILL

Snow, a clear sky and no appointments to keep! Should have been a perfect day to hang out with my camera, but I woke sick and giddy with labyrinthitis and could only stagger along the hall to find the paracetamol hang out with a bowl of steaming water and a towel.
Managed to find enough balance to take some shots out of the study window later on - I am blaming my illness for lack of focus! We call this cherry tree Biggin Hill, because, like Heathrow, our feeders are sometimes so busy the birds are put into a holding pattern on these branches.