After work

... I walked to Rheged for a pint of milk.
It was hectic overhead ... Bomber Command Buzzards flew in low whilst Squadron Leader Rook led the fighters in for attack. They all displaced the heron who flew off in a squarky huff.
My presence disturbed a goosander on the surface of the river and it flew off. Meanwhile, it’s mate who had been underwater surfaced and it looked desolate when it couldn’t see its chum and it went round and round in agitated circles. I’m not sure which of us was more traumatised.
Monday survived relatively unscathed.
Holiday cottage next door already occupied.
Sad to hear of the death of Shirley Williams.