Today's pigeon on a lamp post. When it leaves with a powerful flap of its wings the street lamp swings to and fro.
Vale Road which bends down from the round-about opposite the station towards the London Road and The Common, is a dangerous road to cross. Unless that is you walk all the way down to the pedestrian crossing by the old post office. Many people can't be bothered. My sympathies are with them. and particularly with a couple of elderly ladies this morning. One of them advances into the traffic with great deliberation and with a grand gesture raises her walking stick when half way across to allow her companion on a zimmer frame to follow with with similar dignity.
The apples have been disappearing faster than usual from the espaliered apple trees in the vegetable garden. I know why. Twice I have seen squirrels with apples in their mouths scampering across the lawn. And I have noticed several half eaten apples lying about far away from the trees. Of the few apples remaining on the trees a number are scarred with tale little teeth marks. Scrumping apples was a favourite pass time when I was young, so I can be amused rather than angry at the squirrels' behaviour.