Maundy Thursday: M's birthday but sadly not a particularly special day with both of us working hard.
Good Friday: Traditional annual meet with friends at the Barge Inn at Honeystreet, supposedly to watch the participants in the Devizes to Westminster Canoe Race but most, if not all of them, paddled past this point hours ago. Excellent Butcombe Bitter. Joined by No. 1 son and partner down from London. Followed by excellent joint-effort meal at friends' house.
Easter Saturday: Fretted over state-of-play in Lancashire derby between PNE and Burnley, the Whites prevailing. After lunch No. 1 son and partner headed back to London via garden centres and Sainsbury's. The rest of the day spent chained to Mac to finish off the print-ready artwork for Wiltshire Wildlife Magazine and the What's On events guide, finally FTP-ing them to the printer. Deadlines, deadlines...
Easter Sunday: Watched unseasonal snowfall (photographed the Easter Robin) before packing the Silver Baby (Toyota Yaris) for The North. After parking in Lancaster, I used taxis to get around* the city because of painful torn muscles in my leg. *L I M P, pronounced limp.
Easter Monday: Grand Day Out for nephews and sister-in-law to Oulton Park for a day's motor sport. I know nothing about motor racing apart from being able to name one or two famous English Grand Prix drivers (when did it change its name to F1?). Seven hours later I had a couple of hundred shots, most of them blurred or half a second too late, but was still not much wiser about motor sport.
Back-to-work-again-for-most-people-Tuesday: Took a short detour, across the lovely bridge over the River Lune at Crook o' Lune, up over the hilltops to Over Kellet and down to Leighton Moss RSPB Reserve at Silverdale. Complete bliss sitting in the hides watching crazy black-headed gulls, introspective teal and graceful great crested grebes. A pair of grebes were busy building a nest near the Public Hide on the Causeway, accompanied by the occasional pas de deux of head bobbing and weed presentation. Had to force myself away to point the Silver Baby back down the M6 again.