Blossom

It’s not everyday you pass a man walking purposefully towards you with a bird of prey perched on his leather gloved hand, especially in the middle of a city and before 7am. I don’t know a kestrel from a hawk ( just as I obviously don’t know a tulip from a poppy as corrected in yesterday’s blip), but it certainly wasn’t a blackbird or a thrush and its beady eye clocked me as I passed probably wondering if there was anything worth hunting in the large toorie  on my bunnet. The owner didn't  look the kind of country gentleman who had strayed into the city and might have welcomed a stop to chat, so the chance of a blip was missed.

It was a damp morning but mildish and any drizzle was light and didn’t really bother us, we five stalwart BlueTits invading the throng of Sunflowers on the beach already dressed after their dip in the briny. They were lingering to celebrate someone’s birthday with delicious cake which they kindly offered to us when we arrived.

I had reason to test the ability of my iPhone to summon help should I fall. In the past it failed to register my broken ankle fall but to day as I was scurrying about carrying dripping bathing clobber to hang outside I slipped on some a wet bit of the floor and did an incredible balletic dive towards  the parquet landing with an almighty thump, arms outstretched. My iPhone reacted and offered to summon help. I  said no thanks, nothing damaged, just my pride and a bash to my knee , but lesson learned. 

The cherry trees are now in full bloom and a blossom fest is nigh. They look spectacular against steel grey skies but I love them best in the setting sun.