Look who came back to say "Hello"


If you want to see some proper images, rather than this digiscoped dross, please visit Ploddingbirder, who is most probably, as we speak, uploading some on to his blog.

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Ploddingbirder said…
Sorry Steve mine were rubbish.
14 May 2014 at 20:52
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