It would seem today that I
am to be u npopular amongst the birders of Martinmere. Arriving at the
hide the birders were all huddled behind glass, protected from the wind
watching the birds. In I walk select the cornor position and throw open
the windows. In roars a wind that would make Siberia proud and the birders
grumble into their flasks of soup. Now I have some very different backdrops
and there are swans flying backwards and forwards everywhere. |