Great Expectations

These are the mud-flats across which Dickens had Magwitch struggle as he fled from the prison hulk towards the fateful meeting with Pip. This is Oare Marshes on the Swale estuary and it rarely fails to deliver. Today I saw redshanks, teal, golden plovers and lapwings and it was wonderfully quiet if a little breezy.

Home now for food and a nice cup of tea - a smashing Monday all up.