Looking for an osprey

There have been some splendid shots so I went in search. 

“You’ll not get a photo,” my brother warned.

Of course not.
I didn’t climb over fences or locked gates to get into forbidden areas. 

I just watched where the twitchers were heading and pointing their big lenses.

I did see a big bird, flying funny.
It may have been an osprey.

It was worth trying. If I’d stayed at home I wouldn’t have had a chance. 

Not exactly August weather.