Still wet. A few people about, some with the wrong shoes. Two speedy runners. Not smelly.
Bumped into Miranda, one of our regular photographers, who was on the look out for kingfishers but had to settle for a Christmassy robin. She had seen lots of firecrests and goldcrests during the week.
Another photographer wasn't having much luck either so I directed him to where he could snap the deer family snuggled down in the mid section.
An injured wood pigeon on the path. I moved it to the verge. It will make a nice lunch for something.
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