Enjoying the river, amongst other things

Now it’s cooled down a little, it’s been far more enjoyable getting out and about. Wood pigeon chicks are rarely seen until they have fully fledged, so it’s lovely getting to see so many in the trees this year. I’m struggling to identify this beautiful day flying moth, my closest guess is that it’s some …

Swan song.

Swans on Rydal Lake. Wide, wild, and open to the air, Which had built up everywhere An under-roof of doleful gray. With an inner voice the river ran, And down it floated a dying swan, And loudly did lament. Extract: Alfred Lord Tennyson To witness the death of a swan is a particularly disturbing experience, …