Haven't quite got the hang of this phonescoping malarky just yet,...
... that's got it. Another nail in the coffin of the compact camera.
Two visits to Ynys-y-fro in two days. I must be ailing for something.
Day one. The greyest of grey days. One Goldeneye, an 11.1% increase in the Mute Swan population (from 9 to 10) and an all encompassing, penetrating moistness falling from the sky.
Day two. Much sunlight, vitamin D, high spirits. The gentle descent to the reservoir is interrupted by a Merlin appearing from the direction of Fourteen Locks, briefly perching up and then heading NW. Ynys-y-fro mega! Then, as quickly as ornithological excitement appeared, it evaporated. One Goldeneye, the usual flotilla of Little Grebe and a 50+% drop in Pochard. Yawn. Home. Luncheon.