I found this as I was thinking about my Mother and I having to stop the car driving across the Welsh Hills because we were laughing so much.

This made me think about precision.  Perhaps not as intended.

Interesting the way the shadows don’t overlap.   Not chance I think but about the birds maximising the amount of sunshine and thus avoiding each other’s shadows.

A vintage year with carpets of delicious and often unidentifiable mushrooms.  My share of Sunday's haul and where I have been this year Scottish border to Devon (so far) below.

This 1960 James Flying Cadet  150cc used to belong to my friend Henry.  He and I got it going on the day of Princess Di's wedding (more fun than watching).  About 10 years later I got going again, but now it is back on the road and is my Whitley Bay run about.  What style and it is still younger than me but just as battered.