Nine

I went up to the office for a meeting about a vision this morning- fortunately I'd taken the no 36, since it turned out that the centre of town was gridlocked. Apparently they'd had to close Princes St due to someone falling to his death from the Scott Monument. Yikes.

When I got back to the Shore I was amazed to see a whole bevy of swans down near the harpoon. Nine in all, We've been watching the resident male regularly chasing off incomers for the last week or so, but hadn't realised that a supply of them had built up on the far side of the bridge. I think this may have been him on the bottom left of this pic, with a disgruntled look. Maybe he's had to concede the lower basin to the young upstarts.