Foreground Interest?

Err? Umm! Sorry, no foreground interest, just pebbles. Plenty of pebbles. OK if you like pebbles and don't want to go barefoot to the sand.

Our annual trip for The Mate and I to our accountant in Silloth followed by fish and chips in Allonby. This is what it's like when the tide is out so no paddling this year.

When I got home we had an incident with a juvenile woodpecker flying into a window pane. A young one died a few weeks ago. This time The Man saw it fall and picked it up. It was motionless but he could feel its heart beating. After a few minutes it started to come round and we were going to put it on the bird table, out of harm's way to let it recover but it was straight off!