Upper thigh muscles are supposed to be pushing peddles, but the bike had been abandoned and bird watching has taken it's place.
Some seagulls are taking a bath others are paddling looking for food in the flood. Occasionally they stir hardly lifting from ground gliding to a more appealing spot. I have the urge, to rush home, grab a deck chair and join them on the other side of the fence.
The garden centre provides, instant sunshine, one blowzy bright yellow primula.
Bit of that
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