I can’t be picky

It was, as planned, a birdwatching day.

Susan Mensforth will recognise where I was:

That is Snape Maltings in Suffolk, now the home of the Britten Pears Aldeburgh Festival.

There were more big East Anglian skies:

And little egret:

And again, because I like their muddy ways and always wonder how they stay so white:

There were also around ten curlew around, making their wonderfully evocative calls that always signal time off to me. They are magnificent birds:

And then there was this kingfisher, who sat on an old, sunken boat for maybe a minute waiting to be photographed. This, I should add, is massively enlarged:

The original looked like this:

I can’t be picky, though: they rarely sit around as long as this.

I have a very good day, even if the rain dulled play this afternoon. Tea was taken early as a result.

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