Where's my barrel?

A dive over the falls isn't such a worry when you have wings I suppose.

A stroll by the river worrying pigeons this afternoon whilst the girls were with Mrs H in the library researching her side of the family as part of some reading scheme or something.  Mrs H looked a lot more excited than Jnr Snr did when I popped in.

Advice for the week: don't go and see Jupiter Ascending.  It's a mess.  A very attractive, visually-rich mess, but a mess nonetheless.