... shooting season.
Whilst the river is never long out of my mind and Henry and I walk by it on most days for some of its length, our Saturdays over winter have been spent picking up at a couple of shoots. This Saturday just gone was our last day until next season. No doubt Henry and your faithful blogger will be spending more time near the water from now on and he will have to be very patient again whilst tripod and camera are fiddled with for hours on end.
Here he is on the last day with a hen pheasant that reminded me more of a bumble bee than a bird. It was so small, it was a wonder the gun managed to hit it!
Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible when a return to matters riverine will be duly effected...