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: