Yesterday, I did a little tour round the church gardens, away from the library the other main party ground for those inflicted with addiction and not really a part of the world where I spend very much time.
But yesterday it was quiet and bright, and the only sign of bad behaviour was by the local squirrels, of which there were at least 7 careering around under the evergreen trees feeding off something or other.
Whatever that was, it was worth fighting over, as a couple of these quicksilver warriors decided to have a testosterone contest over a patch of fallen leaves identical to all the others around the tree.
It was a short lived contest; the loser being quickly chased up a less prizeworthy silver birch on the edge of the park. Meanwhile other squirrels busied themselves with their own rummaging, every so often coming up trumps with some sort of morsel to nibble on before engaging in some rather pointless looking tree-running-up-and-down.
No less pointless than me running 13km in the afternoon I suppose. The spirits sleeping along the edge of the churchyard have more sense.
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