Our local heron was backlit by the sun, making its beak glow like the amber of a Belisha beacon.
Life is not all bucolic walks along the towpath. I was up at Radio Bristol on Saturday, talking about what it's like to be trans in Bristol. It woke up a few demons, and I've been exercising them over on this other blog of mine, because there was some unfinished business there. Walkies, demons!