Apart from a run to get the paper and a couple of constitutional wanders down to the lake we have stopped in today. Under would be more accurate, three hours freezing to death grovelling below the truck trying to sort the handbrake. Stripped three of the back brakes before finding a sticking piston on the fourth. Molly retreated inside, she hates foul language, she assumes, usually correctly, that it’s her it’s addressed towards. So not a lot further forward but have arranged for a mobile mechanic to order a new cylinder and fit it next week while we are in Ingleton.
A fine example of a Canada Goose, I hung around for ages to catch them taking off or landing, to no avail. this is definitely a Canada Goose, thanks to Keith at HOLDINGMOMENTS I can now tell the difference between these and Barnacle Geese. I would like to offer a timely word of thanks to all the birders out there who have patiently corrected and educated me. I’m still far from bomb proof when it comes to identifying birds, plants and mammals but it makes walks considerably more enjoyable. Also saves time in conversation. Pheasant is much quicker to say than noisy, spotted, brown thing, about the size of a medium hen.
As yet another aside, it helps to be bomb proof when filming geese, they crap constantly in quantity. Makes saturation bombing look tame.
This is as close as it would let us approach. Brave bird considering Molly was off her lead. She adores geese, when she was a pup I lost her and found her asleep under the wing of a domestic goose. Not that this one is to know that. Nor, for that matter, does it know that roast goose is one of my favourite meals! Their rendered fat also makes the finest roast potatoes. Me thinks it is time to stop salivating before I alienate all you birders out there.
Tomorrow back to the Yorkshire Dales for a few days, then back to Patterdale. After that it’s anyone's guess.