Curlew Yoga

After a while, no matter how gentle the trickling or dripping of the water, rock erodes... Janet finally persuaded me, though well articulated reasoning, enthusiastic lobbying and above all persistence, that the dining room really could do with a lick of paint.

Today has therefore been an indoor event, dismantling furniture, electrical sockets and fittings, and storing elsewhere the TARDIS-like quantity of crockery (and whisky) normally secreted about the room. Eventually it was done, and ready for the "deciding of the colour scheme" tomorrow.

This evening then, just as light was failing, we went for a quick walk along the Severn. I don't know if this is the same curlew as I shot the other day. Clearly, at this time of day it's time for the evening yoga class. This could be dance pose, or natarajasana...