Wet wet, wet

In England for a week, northwest first, then the Midlands, we took time out from Sandra's parent's 50 Wedding celebrations to drop in to Martin Mere Wildfowl and Wetlands reserve near Southport.

Squally storms blasted across the open fields with depressing frequency and the birds were just as brassed off with it as we were. Highlights were a Common Buzzard tearing bits off a dead bird at 200m range and a reasonable number of ducks, swans and geese to enjoy. After a couple of years away I find I appreciate the birds more than when I saw them daily and took them for granted.

Below a few photos and clips. More later if we see more and find a working broadband connection.