Tuesday and Wednesday were a very strange mix of torrential squalls, with almost clear skies in between. Usually a combination that generates some wonderful light, if it did on this occasion then I failed to capture it.
Today I have commandeered a RIB, for those of limited nautical understanding RIB stands for Rigid Inflatable Boat. You've seen them, a fibreglass or aluminium hull with a large blow up sausage around the top. Hardly green with a monstrous outboard engine slung on the back but a stable platform from which to get some incredible bird pictures. Incredibly good or incredibly bad the next twelve hours will determine. Molly will enjoy it, she likes a boat ride.
'Whether the weather be fine, Or whether the weather be not, Whether the weather be cold, Or whether the weather be hot, We'll weather the weather, Whatever the weather, Because that's the weather we've got.'
To compensate for the lack of photographs here are a couple of anagrams for your edification.
THE EYES...........THEY SEE.
ELEVEN PLUS TWO...........TWELVE PLUS ONE.
That's all for now.