Dusk and a robin

I just managed to catch the last light this evening on the way to the postbox. The tree is a favourite perch for a final bird chorus. Tonight it’s a robin tucked away somewhere in the greenery, often it’s a blackbird and later in the year it’ll be a song thrush.
All that delight in a 5 minute walk made for good distraction from the last BS budget, surely designed only to make the next government’s job a million times harder, as well as lining the already deep pockets of well heeled buddies. Public services don’t matter, apparently. Roll on the election!