A Large White

I've been glued to the Olympics for much of the day, so much excitement, and then mid-afternoon JJ took me on a "route-march" around the wood.  If we'd kept going we'd have made it back before the rain, but we didn't. 

Half-way round the wood we could hear a young buzzard in the canopy and stopped to try and establish exactly where, deep in the wood, it was coming from.  Needless to say just as we were getting close to locating it the heavens opened and we had to shelter under a couple of conifers.  Once it had eased off slightly we headed for home and didn't pursue the noise any further.