In the meanwhile

I've just been digging the remaining part of my allotment. My age is catching up with me. It took me nearly three hours. I kept on  getting that queer sort of faintness that generally precedes a fit, but there were no fits. While I was digging I heard some almighty shrieks coming from the cemetery. I looked and was quick enough to take a photo of a buzzard, or at least part of one. I'm all done in, but thoroughly enjoyed my early afternoon in the very warm sunshine.