Monday, 7 May 2012

Long Eaton Windsurfing Pit. Flocks of Swallows and Sand Martins forced to fly low in the horrible, cold, showery weather would sometimes perch on dead branches of Hawthorns in the rain. As I walked down the track at the side of the pit the air seethed with birds but all too quickly the spectacle was over and the flock dispersed.

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