A sad day today at my friend's mothers funeral. Blyth Crematorium seems strategically placed to make people feel even worse, being stuck on the edge of town in between industrial estates full of factory sized retail sheds.
As I stood outside, waiting to go in, with the others a call and a movement in a bare berberis bush, only feet away, caught my eye. A pair of tiny Long tailed Tits had a fully built nest, a cobweb and lichen encrusted eggshell, sited about a metre from the ground right next to a footpath. They scurried about popping in and out of the top hole oblivious to the group of people nearby.
'Just shows. Life goes on...
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