Digging.
Weeding.
Digging and weeding.
Planting.
Taking a break from all the D&W, i was sat on a bench down the road from H.H, when i leant back to enjoy a moment of Summer sun and saw a bird slowly circling high in the clear blue sky...a big bird...a bloody big bird. It circled lower, intent on a perch in a tall conifer and i could see it had a deep brown coat and feathered wingtips. A n eagle? The lady, Rebecca, ruler of H.H and all she surveyed, had told me a Golden Eagle sometimes paid a visit but i bestowed a sceptical eye on her story...til today. It certainly wasn't a Red Kite, which do fly by sometimes, nor was it a sparrowhawk, being much larger, so i can safely say i've finally seen an eagle in t'wild.
No use taking a snap with my puny camera phone since all it would show is a brown dot amidst a sea of green.
I know, right, you don't believe me either.
I know what i saw, and i'm okay with that.