At the Mechanics

G.W. was in a good mood and pleased to see us, particularly D. Vets aren't immune to car problems either. He wasn't wearing a coat, just a pullover like me, something that had been mentioned and contrary to the demands of the Ministry of Clothes. It was a bright day and our vehicle had been fixed. We were even able to sort out something we hadn't got round to doing for about 6 years, before lunch even. The countryside is still gleaming white although the roads are slippery.

I spotted an erstwhile conveniently perched raptor, probably a harrier with yellow legs, but the light didn't really help. It eventually swooped off its perch and alighted further down the road.