Where's my mum

A miscalculated gentle ride along the Kennet and Avon canal turned into a 20 plus mile endurance exercise. Saddle sore at the end of the day was an understatement. However the discomfort was more than made up by the beautiful Wiltshire countryside. Locks and cranes steeped in history. An eccentric photograph museum in Honeystreet, the White Horse and Swallows drinking from the canal were a few of the highlights.

On the way back we were alerted by the chirping of this little chap as he stood to the side of the path. As we stopped he flew onto one of the bikes. Chirping away, calling for his mum no doubt. We placed him back in the hedgerow and hoping mum would find him soon.