Friday, 6 May 2011
I spent a few minutes here trying to think up an interesting name for this post. Couldn't. So I thought I'd do what the artists do. Then I realised that what I wrote wasn't strictly accurate. But wotthehellarchiewotthehell. OK so I now have a surfeit of Wheatears. In Henry VIII's time it would have been eaten before these could have been taken. These were shot (with a camera you understand) through the kitchen window which had, fortunately, been cleaned since I returned to Eagleton.