Quietly Waiting...

He's been waiting for his love to arrive. Waiting, in the knowledge that good things come to those who wait... But she's so late. Has she had an accident? He's been there so long... he's not sure his looks are as fine as once they were - will she notice? Time takes its toll. :-)

Bravely, we set out for an eight mile wander around Hawkesbury Upton and Horton Camp Hill Fort, and we came across this fellow in an old pond near Horton Court.

The folk with easily as much spare time but far more money than us were happily blasting the life out of a couple of hundred pheasant as the beaters trudged their way around the cold, windswept fields. 

They waved their bright yellow flags at us... I felt much like royalty must do when they process through the countryside. Hurrah, hurrah, wave, wave... 21 gun salute... duck. (Sends the wife on ahead in her brighter, more visible coat... Decoy)