Standing at my window in the early morning, I can watch the winter migrations. Flock after flock of birds, and the occasional solitary, pass over from left to right, always flying south west. This afternoon, a slightly different bird flew north east. There isn't an RAF base particularly near, but we get the occasional jet screaming over - Cosford? Brize Norton? This guy came for a bit of a closer look.
Otherwise, I spent the afternoon with the architect and mechanical installation guy, going round the snaggings with the thermostats. And we found out the slightly hard way that the biomass boiler will shut off if the ash box gets over full. Exciting times!
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