During one of my visits to Leeds this week, I was taken by surprise by a new experience. A busker's playing stopped me in my tracks, so much so that I got my wallet out and gave him not enough money considering the quality of his playing. A sensually dulcet toned saxophonist, I can well imagine him gracing the stage of a city centre jazz club that evening. If not, why not? I'd love to find out who he is. The title of this blog post is what he was playing without a hint of Julie Andrews on a grassy mountain top. There was so much soul and beauty in his playing. Another thing that took me by surprise was finally spotting an elusive pair of peregrines, one with a fresh pigeon in its talons. After some urgent screeching, there they were soaring elegantly and effortlessly through the skies towards a high rise building. Excited, I looked around for any fellow twitchers but nobody noticed.
2/8/2018 is an auspicious sounding date isn't it? It's going to be an interesting year and one of change, I can feel it coming. It was my birthday, a funny number one too and I had a great day during a fun filled busy week. Here are some photos of the highlights: