Then the rain started so we swiftly made our way back to the Land Rover, parked at the far corner of the reserve. Passing the roosting Starlings the small and noise were overpowering, Frank was intrigued and needed some holding back otherwise he'd have charged in to the reeds to find out what all the commotion was.
A great day! On top of the world.
Where to next? Not sure, normal Sunday routine is kiboshed by Wifey not having to take 'eh-yup muvver' to the shops so a family day somewhere is on the cards.
In the meantime let us know if you're on top of the world and if so why.