Nuthatch

An early morning wander down to the valley below (after one more cup of coffee). I was charmed by the singing of this wee nuthatch, never heard the clear whistles before, as they are only just starting to get as far North as the Lothians.
Got the band set up in the evening, only later meeting bassist Hugh, who leapt into the fray unrehearsed (except via .mp3s) and did a grand job.
M managed a couple of banjo numbers and a fine time was had by all :)