Bed Time.

I parked up to have lunch in a place called Watendlath in Cumbria once. A chaffinch flew onto the windscreen wiper, so I put some cake crumbs in my hand and held it out of the window. The bird flew onto my finger and shared my lunch with me. There’s something very rewarding about having a wild bird perch on your finger and eat out of your hand.

I wonder whether I’ll get a rare seven hours sleep tonight.

I wonder whether anybody will visit me in my dreams.

I wonder whether I’ll die instead.

You never know, do you? Let’s go and see.