Grebestead revisited

A little later than planned, we popped back to see how the grebes were doing at Lakeside. On arrival we noted that there was a sporting event taking place, I believe it was called a triathlon - a series of physical tortures thought up by sadists and inflicted on the dim-witted in the belief that it will 'do you some good'. During our short visit there I saw absolutely no evidence that it did anybody any good whatsoever and simply boost the share prices of well known lubricant products.

The was also no evidence of the grebes. Who were obviously alarmed by all the unnecessary sweatiness and had left for more sensibly climes. Which is exactly what we did and at a pace that decorum allowed.

Otherwise lots have been occurring; hare bears, catchflies, bastard balms, bastards, orchids and pearls. Some of which I'll come back to if time allows.