It was dry but damn cold this morning. I had to return to the van for more layers and a woolly hat. Just my luck to not appraise myself of the temperature on a Bertha day. Walking twice as far as I needed to will teach me to be more careful in future.
There were quite a few Greylag Geese about but non stopped. They just flew on by way up in the sky. I am not the worlds best birder and never will be but I could with a little more effort be the worlds worst. An RAF Hercules flew over and I missed it completely…..Only I could fail with something that size passing two hundred feet overhead.
Tomorrow, I’m taking the A66 eastwards over the Pennines to Darlington. I’m looking forward to a day of big steam pumping engines on Saturday. I’ll have to watch the falling down water consumption on Friday night in The Station. I’ve got the strobes sorted so I’ll have to be really shaky and off form for flash not to produce crystal sharp images.
This campsite used to be home to a swan, a domestic goose crossed with something and a greylag. They were frightening the campers. They worked the site as a team. They have gone. I suspect some rotten sod has shot them. The staff here deny all knowledge of them. They were fun birds but used to trap timid campers in their vans. I used to love sitting on the step and being allowed to stroke them in exchange for food. You only had to push them out of the way to a cacophony of hissing to get on ones way, they weren’t nasty, they didn’t peck hard. I notice the site is busier this year. That’s sad.