13th April. Mist and murk

A murky couple of hours early doors. Blue-mans Bower proved fruitless and the dream I had involving a Red-rumped Swallow failed to transpire - infact there were no hirundines at all!

A lovely horse

Under the M1 bridge was no better with just a couple of Willow Warblers being drowned out by the M1 traffic.

The rest of the day was spent at the National Mining Museum educating Beth and trying in vain to turn Jo against Thatcher.