As you can see from my photographs this morning, swans sleep in Cockwood Harbour when the tide is in. I’m no ‘swanologist’ but I have never seen so many sleeping swans before, which may not be such a surprise because the tide is usually out when I cycle to Cockwood (yes, I know the tide can’t buck nature and it must come in twice a day, just not normally when I’m there!).
Whilst we were watching the sleeping swans a train intruded upon the peaceful scene and the sun broke through the clouds, suddenly it was a nice sunny morning and the swans roused themselves from their sleep.One even swam over to wish me a good day, or was it to look for breakfast? Unfortunately for the swan, he soon discovered that I held my mobile phone in my hand and not a scrumptious piece of pink bread and he swam off rather disappointed. Next time I’ll try to remember to bring some bread from the freezer (we’re not eating bread at the moment – not officially anyway – still dieting, but not very wholeheartedly).
Mounting cows…..sleeping swans……can’t wait for your next few blogs….dancing dogs….arguing anteaters…..pugilistic possums (or is it “possa”?) and so on…oh, and, by the way, it occurred to me that your recent great adventure involving mounting bulls was obviously accessed by way of a ride on your “mounting bikes”, yes?
Keep on blogging!!
Very funny! There is an answer to that – something about mountin’ men and mountin’ women but I’m not going to go there!
As a picture framer, I expect to do a lot of mountin’ in the course of my working day- doesn’t always work out, of course, but Barkis, as ever, remains resolutely willin’!