Soon, too soon, it was time to put the paper down, shoo Pusskin off my lap, get the walking shoes on again and head off for a place called Rutland Waters; another brilliant suggestion on Jazz’s part. Grabbing a fistful of still savory samosas left over from the party we piled into the car, adjusted our sunglasses (yay, sun!) with Siggy at the wheel.
I marvel constantly in Leicester at how quickly one can be in the countryside. In the fenced-in verdant fields flanking the road, lambs were in abundance; springing for all they were worth on their new legs only recently folded in mama’s belly. We were off to look for Ospreys!