A Little Big Egret

Janet was still feeling a little poorly from her bike tumble the other day, so we thought we'd have a wander around Slimbridge. 

The weather for our village was reasonably dry, but although it's only ten miles up the river Slimbridge was a far damper place. Most of the wilder birds were hiding, but this little egret remained, casually and rather daintily perambulating across the lakes... 

In other news, Mollie Camper passed her MOT with flying colours and has been given permission to leave the country. Ok, leave England for darkest Pembrokeshire. Druid Camp begins next Wednesday, but I'll be setting off early to manage the mayhem.

It's not looking to be the driest Druid Camp we've ever had... oh well, it's all good.