My birthday. Jen has taken the week off work, so we took a walk along Height Road, then down through the woods and fields and along the canal towpath into Hebden Bridge for a pub lunch and a crossword. Spotted a nuthatch hammering the hell out of something hard to crack in a beech tree in the woods. A beech nut from last autumn was my best bet. Several pairs of newborn lambs stumbled and gambolled after their mums in the fields. The Canada geese were as raucous as ever on the canal.
All in all, not a bad day on which to become yet another year older.
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