Attack* of the 50ft dog

I've just backblipped day two of this weekend's Outdoor First Aid course. When I say outdoor that's what I try to do, no car parks, or school gardens, train where you're likely to need it.

*I say attack but I actually mean look of disdain followed by gentle headbutt.

Waking to more snow I decided to have an amble round to the centenary meadow to try and snatch a distant view from the impending weather. Sadly the view had already disappeared.
Worse I'd forgotten to grab little camera - a sin I was quickly punished for when I saw an iridescent flash of blue along the Beck. The kingfisher I've heard others talk about, spotted at last in our little village. I'll be back.

So I decided to try and grab a low angle shot of the snowdrops under the trees, but turning I was taken with this wonderfully daft sight.

I think if Pushka could learn to talk her first word might well be "idiot".....