All the Best of February with 'Never let me Go' by Bill Evans
So once again, it's taken me a while to blog - but it's not about the quantity. It was a nice surprise to go through February's photos and see all the magical days out we had. Not that life is ever friction free - long days out plodding in the snow can be hard going, but still...well just look at all the lovely things!
I think this is a wee gold-crest
One of the worse ways you could spend your time is watching the news. I was going to write my own critique of the news and the horrible view of the world and other people it gives you but I can't be bothered. I don't want to give it the time. I've just remembered a song by Bauhaus that expresses some of my frustration with it all although I've no idea what it's about really. Have you ever listened to this?
Enough Screaming Whores. February was more about snow, cute little robins, and I, for one, learned some new birds. I can now tell my tits apart. Well mostly. Also I know a nut-hatch when I see one, and a chaffinch, and the man and lady Stonechats.
Yup, I'm not very sure what flavour this is. A Dunnock maybe?
This snow gentleman was showing a clear enthusiasm for the Royals.
Lee Hutchison from club appeared one day when we were doing a perimeter of the park. It was a clear, cold day so absolutely stunning I could have yodelled.
One day Peter persuaded me to put in the extra leg work to get all the way out to Cammo and back. It was a 16 mile trek in the snow and ice but when we arrived at the bird-feeding bough we were well rewarded.
Nothing here to see!
We returned through Inverleith Park and caught the sunset.
I've seen some impressive igloos.
My friend Paul McPhail
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