Leaning

I got a phone call from an excited Mr Dave who had finally seen a flock of waxwings on his way back from OT. By the time I'd got down to the Shore, bearing his huge camera as requested, the little blighters had flitted off again. We prowled around for a while looking for them, then returned to where he'd first seen them. I headed home, not having put on enough clothing for standing around in the cold, but D waited to see if they would come back. And so they did!