Centre Stage

Sometimes life gets in the way of blipping leaving no alternative but to go window sill hunting.
Since the duck and the wren quack and trill in Polish, I'm not sure if the dove will have had much to contribute to the gathering.
Still, they do seem to be comfortable in their closeness.

His Lordship and I had a breakfast appointment with Daughter#1 after which we had a hunt to sort out a Panama hat to go with HL's linen suit.
I fear he is trying to emulate some colonial tea planter in India, leaving me looking like his elderly housekeeper- a bit like the colourful peacock flaunting his feathers and his lady attired in inconspicuous brown.... although having said that, I do sport a funky pair of red laces in my white trainers.

It is such a pity that his lack of sociability is going to mean a limited audience for the British Raj look.