Much as 2020...

... This bird has flown.

It seems to sum up the year. 
It's eating (!), it's dull, it's silent (but active), much of it is blurry yet parts of it are in sharp focus and the backside of a dunnock does have it's pretty feathers (even if they are as grey as the sky).

However, the year wasn't all a challenge for us. 
We took a small break in (on?) Anglesey in between lockdowns (weren't we lucky?), our first holiday since the challenges of Elderlies some four years ago. What a special place, I hope we shall return before too long. 

Mostly, during this year, we have rejoiced in nature and the simple pleasures in our own backyard and counted our (many) blessings. 
We didn't have goats in the streets but we did see wildlife thrive here.
We (one of us in particular) have gardened ourselves silly. 
(Some previous inhabitants of our house had, at some point in history, buried a (rather beautiful) cast iron bath, a pair of six foot iron gates and a load of carpet in the garden. (Why?). Looking back I'm not quite sure how we did it, but the two of us dug it all up out of the ground. Don't ask about the how we got the bath up. It was a miracle of science and leverage. Cast iron baths are SO heavy. We slipped about in the mud like a pair of slapstick comedians in a black and white film). 

And we've eaten too much (obviously).
I hope to remedy that in 2021. 

(What can you do Gladys?).

Seeing out the old year with thanks and looking forward to brighter times in 2021 for all. 

(If ever our garden spades hit another piece of cast iron with a clang, whatever it is will stay buried).