Flâneur

I've yet to visit Stodmarsh and not see a marsh harrier and today was no different. I was lucky enough to see a couple of males quartering the reed beds. Not brilliant shots but I've put some in the extras pile.

This guys isn't a harrier - I know you'll have spotted that already but just in case............ I watched him preening on the bank for a while before he went for a leisurely saunter around the shallows; the definition of flânerie.

Like him I had fish for me tea. I'm guessing he didn't have sea bass with a tarragon sauce and a crisp green salad. He probably swerved the cheeky glass of Soave too. I don't think I'm cut out to be an egret.