I must down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and sky. . .

So. What's with all the pictures of nothing in particular. Water is nice, but is there a point?

Well, no, not really. I was sorting out the "Picture" file this morning, trying to put a bit of order into all those shots that were just dumped out of the camera to be got to later. These are just some odds and ends from same. I confess they won't mean much to you but they remind me of good things. That little sparrow in the picture below, for instance, was a fascinating little beggar. Absolutely fearless. And a greedy little glutton, hogging more bread than he could possibly deal with. He would on no occasion share with his more skittish brethren. He must have been a trial in his kindergarten class.