Singing for its supper?

A Pilates and weights session to start the day. I  then spent time going through old school work of my sons which I had put away. Some real gems and definitely keepers but also a lot of items that could go. So now each son has a memory box each which they can rummage through at some future date. As they are now adults making their way in the world it was a treat to turn the clock back.

We didn’t time our Jet walk very well today but fortunately had our raincoats with us. As we emerged from the wood we were serenaded by this Song Thrush. Again the memory kicked in to my father gardening and the Thrush that used to sit on his spade handle awaiting the odd worm that came his way.