Was it really fun sitting on an inflatable unicorn floating on the river, exposed to the sun? It was fun to take a photo of those doing it, but I am now glad for the quieter days of Winter.

Sitting at home in the evening, early nights, read a book or just relax in front of the TV. No more bites from mosquitos, no more sunburn on the skin and no more weaving your way through the strip show on the banks of the river, everyone competing to see who could wear the less covers on the body and still stay respectable. The smell of burnt meat in the air from the various b-b-qued examples of roasted flesh and a flaming grill which might have got a little out of control and polluting the air with its smoke clouds.

Summer fun? What about Winter fun?

What did you say Mr. Blackbird. “Give me the Winter any time, we don’t have to search for food, we have a laid table and no nesting, meaning no screeching babies with wide open mouths waiting for the worm that we early birds are supposed to catch. No, thanks, it’s Winter fun for us, with bird house visits daily. and seeds for breakfast, dinner and tea.