Glastonbury 2 Years On.

As the Glastonbury weekend has arrived again it got me to thinking.  I started this journal just over two years ago and one of the first posts was headed  "Glastonbury And Not Much Else" 26 June 2011, (That was the year of  U2, Coldplay, Elbow, Plan B) and it was as always great but not the epic of 2009 with The Boss, anyway I digress, in some ways it seems like yesterday, but then again in others way's it doesn't, it wasn't. Event wise it's been a busy weekend, obviously Glastonbury, half way through Wimbledon and the Grand Prix, still found time to get out.  Friday we got a complete drenching twice, the first three photo's from Friday were taken from the welcome shelter of a hide after half an hour of walking through the rain.

 

 

Busy Swans.

I normally give these magnificent creatures a wide berth as I have seen how temperamental they can be, these two seemed preoccupied with whatever they were catching underwater, spending long periods with their heads submerged.

 

 

 

Winter Reprise.

Today's walk was like returning to winter, high winds, cold, and rain, even the Canada Geese were hugging the shore of the island to stay out of the wind. That said it was still a very pleasant walk.

The Heron.

Some pictures of the heron we saw catching his supper the other evening, admittedly not the best pictures I have ever taken, but you can see what he is doing. I  have seen herons standing on the bank looking down for fish before but never realised they actually went into the water like that.

Water Birds.

Some pictures taken around the lakes at a local nature reserve.

Charcoal Burnin' Everywhere.

With the spell of glorious weather we are receiving at the moment and in an effort to escape the endless barbecues that tend to happen this time of year we decided to spend the evening next to this lake, apart from the cool breeze and great views as we sat on the bank we had the added attraction of watching an angler pepper the water with his fish bait only to see an industrious moor hen go back and forth across the water, dive down, get the bait and carry it off to his secret lair before the fish even knew it was in the water, oh how we laughed, a very pleasant valley Sunday Friday evening.