Caged

Stepping out of the front door, a fabulous rainbow.

En route to work, the first flock of winter thrushes I’ve seen, flying over the motorway slip-road.

Arriving in Manchester, the blip is the view from the car park. Those racks of clothes have always puzzled me. And it’s the time of year when lit offices reveal people at work at the beginning and end of the day.

A very busy day followed. All very constructive. But busy.