Hawking...

It's that time of year again - prolific numbers of migrant hawkers patrolling their territories along the River Nene - hence the obligatory flying dragonfly blip...

It's been a rather subdued day. Mr. Patch, our very elderly cat, died this evening. He was at least twenty years old (having arrived with us as a young adult, we never knew exactly how old he was) and his life was almost entirely happy. He was still eating and purring on Friday, and his passing has been very peaceful. Rest in peace Mr. Patch.