Rejoicing in a racing pigeon free zone I went out yesterday to photograph our ancient stable block. Something caught my eye through the lens. Yes, there was the wretched Stool-nowhere near Hartlepool, Halifax or Hexham. But on the stable roof (click on image to pick him out if you can be bothered) Where he had been the last 18 hours I have no idea-perhaps decorating the Village Hall roof with his prolific droppings. Skulking around probably- I doubt if he bothered to go far.So it is back to the dreary task of watering and feeding a useless if decorative ex-racing pigeon-one unfinished race under his belt and long years of Hutton water and organic bird seed to look forward to. Well for some.


However, cometh the hour, cometh the cat. Rosie, you can still do it despite the arthritis

In the meanwhile I would advise you to keep out of reach of Katy's spade.  ¶ 9:06 AM