Spent a lovely Saturday seeking the Great White Egret. It was a day of exotic travel to a point almost five yards over the border into Greater Cardiff - a feverish dreamscape of a Unitary Authority, a honeycomb of partly occupied light industrial units besieged by ropey ponies shivering in the shimmering wintry sunlight and, today at least, haunted by the dull clad restless creatures of the visionary carnival that is birding,... a bit like the better parts of Newport really.
Mind you, despite hanging around until I froze my frontal lobe, I failed to connect with the egret,... which was a bit of a shame, nice to get out though.
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