Most of my morning at Uskmouth was spent working my way from this...
... to this...
... via 30 other variations on a theme. Apart from the Cetti's and a huuuge Brown Rat there was very little else of interest. Goldcliff wasn't an awful lot better, a trickle of Common and Black-headed Gulls was the reward for a self-imposed sentence of one and a half hours on the sea-wall. I was going to do two hours (gawd knows why) but after the first 30 minutes I was ready to pack it in, unfortunately I then got into the train of thought that goes like this...
Sensible voice in head: "Right, that's it I'm off"
Masochistic voice in head: "But if I leave something is bound to fly past"
Conflict resolution voice in head: "OK, five more minutes"
Sensible voice in head: "Right, that's it I'm off"
Masochistic voice in head: "But if I leave something is bound to fly past"
Conflict resolution voice in head: "OK, five more minutes"
Sensible voice in head: "Right, that's it I'm off"
Masochistic voice in head: "But if I leave something is bound to fly past"
Conflict resolution voice in head: "OK, five more minutes"
Sensible voice in head: "Right, that's it I'm off"
Masochistic voice in head: "But if I leave something is bound to fly past"
Conflict resolution voice in head: "OK, five more minutes"
Sensible voice in head: "F**k it! You two can do what you like, I'm off home to listen to the football"
Masochistic voice in head: "Doesn't he know the games are all on tomorrow?"
Conflict resolution voice in head: [BLAM!]
Sensible voice in head: "Oh dear, he'll be sorely missed"
Masochistic voice in head: "No he won't,... bit odd though isn't it, I mean where do you suppose he got the shotgun from?"
Sensible voice in head: "I know, a firearm in an auditory hallucination, that's bonkers".
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