Monday 9th January (Homeward Bound)


Mr. Kite looked out of The Joint window into a green shrub covered in ivy. A robin sang, a song thrush sang and a collared dove purred. Today Mr. Kite was returning home.

At ten thirty Mr. Kite was driving along roads passing ponds with water fowl, fields of corvid and one meadow with a huge herd of swans. Mr. Kite did not have time today to watch birds.

Hours later Mr. Kite was at home enjoying a tipple of Greene King Abbot Ale. Cheers from Floreat Salopia.