It felt strange to spend so long taking flight shots at Martinmere
and never once pointing my camera at a swan. The simple truth was
that there were no swans to point at. Only in the last half hour did
the swans return to the mere and how could i possibly resist them?
When faced with the howling winds when I arrived common sense
should have told me that trying to take photographs in those conditions
was hopeless. As it turned out this day has to rank as one of the
best I have ever known and I am so glad that I persevered.