Flying high...

Well okay, just creeping, like me.

Thinking about it, just like me.

A juvenile Kestrel.

Had to fly to get here. A Painted Lady on Ragwort.

Now your talking.

Kite Surfers at the Waters of Philorth, between us and Fraserburgh.

Vast improvement in our weather, although a stiff breeze which the above benefitted from. Mike left me to rest and took these photographs.

I chilled out - without wings - this afternoon. Sat in my Summer house and listened to the War of the Worlds with Richard Burton narrating. So some of the senses were flying high.