A Miscellany

Of items seen on our weekly walk this morning.
About the only sun we saw today shone on this tiny bit of lichen on the dead tree the kingfishers like to fish from.
The prayer flags waft in the breeze in memory of Lance whose body was found some months ago out on the estuary. It remains a mystery who he was and how he met his fate. But somebody cares.
The tern made one swoop around and I managed a few shots and this is the best.
A bleak day although little rain. Just blah.