Is it a bird? Is it a plane?

... No, it's a stick.

A very fine looking stick we found on our afternoon wanders. Managed to lose my polariser too. It's a bit broken and the glass bit and the ring that (ha!) holds it in just dropped off the front of the camera. Luckily I was able to retrace our steps and figure out from looking at pictures on the camera and lining up points on the horizon, where I'd been standing when I'd taken the lens cap off and, ta-dah, there it was. Ah, the Famous Five would be proud.

Then home, where the day quickly turned into Sunday. We've had for a while this little routine on Sunday afternoons, between a big walk and dinner, of opening some cheap fizz and all watching movies and lazing about. When Mr B was working away a lot, Sundays became a moveable feast and would happen on whatever day of the week he was around and didn't have to drive. The only rule is no more than one 'Sunday' in the week...

[Heating update. Yesterday was a blip (ha ha) designed to fool us into not buying a new pump in time to have it fitted before the weekend. It's all packed up again now so will have to be fixed on Monday.]