Said the man, which theoretically would have been in Matlock. But he drives faster than I, so we met in the Derbyshire market town of Bakewell instead.
Business attended to (I must stop meeting men in car parks and exchanging packages, it does nothing for a girls reputation.) I took the opportunity to find a little blog fodder, with a stroll down by the river Wye.
The birds were obliging of observers, a goose gandered
A stoical coot sat on its nest mid stream.
A duck preened
And the swan maintained its air of superiority.
The birds in Bakewell are canny, and know how to work a crowd of tourists, tomorrow we’ll have a look at feeding time.