Lucky Thirteen...

No, I didn't have a hangover at all, thanks. But maybe it was a day for some fresh air, so we drove up to Cleeve Common and had a picnic at the Memorial Tree. 

However, even that was a bit taxing for newly emerged Miss, so we wandered back again via the very attractive and sunny country lanes. But on our way back to the car I spotted this meadow pipit as it flew overhead and dropped down onto the thirteenth tee. 

Now we're back home and it's getting on time to think about walking up to Wotton for the final night's blues. Will he, won't he?

I forgot about the HDRs I took, and I quite like this one so I've added it as an extra. I might have led with it had I remember it first off.