Not blue tits

A bunch of storks (five, I think) have come to stay. Of course they arrived at twilight too late to get any decent shots. Tsk.

Mixed day of busy (sorting out kitchen, sorting out backups, digging the garden) and later dust when, happily before I'd got to item 4 on my list of things to do ("brush stairs") Mr B covered them with half a tonne of rubble. It seems the hole above the stairs may be sorted out sooner than expected. Though I wasn't anticipating 2 internal walls to be pulled down as part of the process.

Some toing and froing over weekend arrangements, here and for my weekend away, and then some storks just after curry.