I didn't charge my iPhone enough so worried while we were out today that it would expire, and we would be lost in the wilds of rural England subject to highwaymen and women. We also had a worry that Virginia might have left her jacket behind at somewhere we visited, happily it was safe at home.

We had a long trip to the Hawk Conservancy Trust which was a highlight of this holiday. It had plenty to see - some birds tethered to restrict their movement, some in cages, burrowing owls (a new kind of owl to me).

We saw a very good display attended by lots of people including a coach load of students! There was a wedding party togged up watching on a balcony overlooking the fun. The display culminated in a simulated grass fire. The secretary bird didn't fly so much as stamped viciously on a rubber snake. We just beat the horde to the Feathers Restaurant for lunch. Curiously Google Maps took us a completely different way back.

In the evening we dined at the Rockingham Arms - a cross between an olde traditional pub with typical pub signs inside and a new stylish building with gleaming pumps and straight lines. There was a shop selling designer stuff including Christmas decorations which Virginia got some of.

The food was great but came as artistically shaped pillars on the plate. Many of the clientele came in suits and natty dresses so this was a posh place to consume grub in. Strangely nearly everyone one seemed to have dogs with them, I had a giant alsatian eyeing up my calf muscles so we didn't stay for tea and coffee. We did have a dessert, for once I got sponge pudding free of dates and raisins and figs and sultanas. There was an insect on the window sill by us which kept ending up on its back and needing help.