The champagne was on ice but sadly the old witch survived. So those of us old enough to remember what she did to the communities of South Yorkshire, during her eleven evil years in power, will have to put the party on hold.
An early morning (7am!!) wander around Wooley Woods produced very little except lots of psycho Nuthatches chasing each other around.
The rest of the day was spent clearing the clutter out of the garage. A new moth, a Herald, was found hibernating on an old car mat before being transferred to the shed.