Carry On Twitching

I love the natural British sense of 'ooh-er Mrs'. This is a diary left in a hide at Studland (near the naturist area, of course) and it was filled with classic British humour. Smut, self-deprecation, sarcasm and smattering of satire. Lovely light in the hide too, though no birds to be seen, as we were with three children and a dog.

The hide is roughly here - well hidden of course.