I went to track training evening with a running club. Yes me. Track. A club. Two runny things I never do. But it was sort of safe, because I knew the person leading the session. And she knows I am a crap runner. So there. It was sort of fun in that ‘Oh shit I really am not fit’ way.
Look, proof. Not a single bird in sight, either.
Tuesday I left my phone at work, so no photos on the way home.
Or the way in next morning.
Wednesday afternoon was Paddington coot afternoon.
Thursday morning was blossom.
Thursday afternoon, heron being photobombed by a coot, and some Egyptian goslings.
Friday morning London was empty, so I was weirdly fast. (Paddington basin cranes, not a gangly bird or two.)
Friday afternoon, a moorhen! They are a lot more camera shy than coots and herons.
Saturday, some seaside.
Sunday I had peanut butter on toast.