THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY

Door chimes. All that remains at a closed down shop in town.

It was a late blip last night as we had gone out hoping to see a male Montagu's Harrier on the moors just a few miles away. Waited about a bit and then there it was, swooping in low over the grassland, a magical sight. And a Life tick for me!

Don't imagine I'll get on the computer tonight, so happy weekend all.