Living in this mental prison means I can get out more.
These last few days have been sunny and warm and so I have been eating my lunch outside on the lounger looking at Ingleborough.
Yesterday I heard a knocking sound and looked up to see a woodpecker inspecting the large tree to my left.
As I lay there and watched for a full ten minutes it climbed ever higher up the trunk and then along the branches, tapping here and there with its beak. What an amazing sight it was: beautiful plumage; intense acrobatics; one of God's wonderful creations. And I could watch it until it eventually flew off to try another tree.
A little later a flash of blue lower down near the hedge row showed me the trail of a dragonfly. Just a few seconds of blurred blue flight and it was gone. But it was no less exciting than the bird.
I hate having this depression but I am enjoying the sudden sights on the journey.
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