The view never gets old,
I continued this morning in the garden, “getting stuck back in”. Making a couple of small changes as well, preparing to paint the fence and plant a new piece of hedge to create a little privacy.
After lunchtime it was back to the hill, Taylor’s mistake looking promising for some flying. In the end I managed to fly a little but there was some para-waiting involved too. I can think of lots of worst places to be. Somehow the view just never gets old.