Early sun through trees is one of Blacka's great sights. The morning is our preferred time at weekends. There's no problem getting into the car park then (though Friday night's contraceptives are a negative feature).
Recently weekend afternoons have been quite busy for Blacka if it's a fine day. For once this afternoon we saw no mountain bikes - and I disassociate myself from my companion's remarks to the effect that there must be a God after all.
Horse riders were being naughty and riding off the bridleway.
This follows the insistence of the grazier on driving his truck up the hillside. The riders started by following his route. Sooner or later there will be bikes, then motor bikes, then quad bikes and whatever else on wheels that can be manufactured and creatively marketed. Will SWT care? Only if they are made to.
The kestrel on the power line will probably persuade the RSPB to lobby against having them removed. In any struggle with them we will need God on our side!
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