A morning sortie for fennel and Waxwings was only partially successful, largely on the vegetable side of things. There are still plenty of berries on the 'new' estate near Morrison's though, so there is hope of more waxy action. A quick potter down from Fourteen Locks to Ynys-y-fro produced 1 Lapwing, 7 Teal, 11 Pochard, 1 Gadwall and a reasonable number of gulls huddling around to small open patches of water [NB. The gate to the lower basin was locked, not all the ice free water can be viewed from the causeway, I probably missed a Barrow's Goldeneye or somesuch bobbing about round the corner,... probably]. Another Lapwing was seen heading south(ish) over Rogerstone.
The font of knowledge that is Wikipedia defines cliché as follows:
"A cliché or cliche (pronounced UK: /ˈkliːʃeɪ/, US: /klɪˈʃeɪ/) is an expression, idea, or element of an artistic work which has been overused to the point of losing its original meaning or effect, rendering it a stereotype, especially when at some earlier time it was considered meaningful or novel. The term is frequently used in modern culture for an action or idea which is expected or predictable, based on a prior event. Typically a pejorative, "clichés" are not always false or inaccurate; a cliché may or may not be true. Some are stereotypes, but some are simply truisms and facts. Clichés are often for comic effect, typically in fiction."
Happy Xmas y'all.
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