The Morning after a £44,565 Indian meal

I had the day off yesterday. And although the sun didn't break through until mid afternoon it was pleasant enough in the countryside. With this warmer weather spring is definitely knocking on the door. Great Tits are in full song now, catkins bursting through, even early daffodils. In a garden centre my first Honey Bee (Spp not id'd) on a Hellebore, oh and I forgot to say with last weeks posting, Buff-Tailed Bumblebee at Topsham

Driving about doing a few chores, I noticed a fair few Buzzard circling on the warm up-thermals, 3 together in one instance. Another Buzzard was being mobbed by no less than 11 Magpie as it perched in a tree. Eventually they drove it off and it was quite comical to see the slow laborious flap flap of the Buzzard as the chattering Magpies, flapped about trying to get it to fly further away.

And by now you're probably wondering why this posting has that title. Well last night I took a lady friend to the India Cottage in Henstridge (for those of you with an interest in literature, this was the inspiration for the "Restaurant at the end of the Universe" in Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy). Anyway At the end of the meal, paying by card, that astonishing total came up! A few light headed swirling moments later, sanity was returned and I paid the £44.56.

However such things fail to keep the boy from his sleep, but the now rapidly developing Dawn Chorus did wake me from my slumbers. So here is a short clip from 5.45 this morning from the front door of my weekend digs. Glorious. Took me back to my childhood, anyone remember those 1970's Sanyo tape recorders? I used to spend hours in the fields trying to record sound with the little external microphone and a foil flan dish for a parabolic reflector. Great days, I wonder where those are tapes now?? Not to mention that slim boyish figure!!