Evening song

Blackbirds are everywhere at this time of year with their round pebbles of song. They really do talk to each other. I listen to them in the early morning and then in the evening and they always seem to  be having a conversation with another some way away in the distance.  They sing in sentences with different intonations.  I often wonder what they are chatting about.

Getting ready to go to a wedding in Bristol tomorrow at Goldney House.  T is one of the Best Men, there will be two, and it is to be a humanist service. G was Best Man to T when he and K were married a few years ago.  What will I wear is always a problem! Decisions will be made at the last minute.