An improvisatory, essentially indefensible, randomly configured tragi-comedy
(no great revelations are likely to be accrued from its consumption)
30 January 2009
No Bewick's Swans at St. Brides this morning, just the same 50 Mutes in the same field they were in on the 11th. Different story in the Usk valley though; the Bewick's were with Mutes, Canada Geese and a solitary Shelduck just north of Llangibby Walks. Unfortunately, the field they were in is miles from the nearest viewing point, didn't even see a colour ring, let alone read the darn thing.