Kites...

Having seen sister Kari yesterday, I’m heading north to Coventry for an evening with son Chas. I’m seeing kites again, over the fairly flat terrain of the Midlands, which suggests that, when they’re not being poisoned by farmers and gamekeepers, they’re a bird of the lowlands (having only retreated to the Welsh mountains because of persecution). When considering the country as a whole, a large raptor is now more likely to be a kite than a buzzard. Parked up in a lay-by today, to edit the book, I could hear their rather plaintive cries.

An uninspiring landscape, in Shropshire, but it was licensed today...