Quiet times

Bev and I spent a fabulous weekend away with our dear friends, Carrie-Anne & Craig, up in Wychbold, Worcestershire. To be honest, we didn't do much other than laugh but, on Sunday, did venture across to Stratford - upon - Avon before moving on to visit Worcester city. Carrie-Anne and Bev did the shopping thing whilst Craig and I had a wander along the Avon, in Stratford, then the Severn when we reached Worcester. Great to be able to spend time with such special people, just a shame it wasn't in Kefalonia! We haven't made any plans, as yet, but September certainly looks to be a possibility? Here's hoping.

Back down to the RMC, this morning, only to discover the venue to be covered by a layer of "cat ice" making bait presentation very difficult. I lasted three and a half, very uneventful, hours before calling it a day. The fishing might have been poor yet, the birding wasn't too shabby. In the half light of dawn I managed to add Little Owl to my year list (No. 82) then was treated to a superb cameo performance by a Barn Owl hunting the bank right above my head. A couple of Chiffchaff, four Little Egret, a Grey Wagtail, male Stonechat and a smart adult female Marsh Harrier ensured I had something to look at for the majority of my stay. By the time I packed up the ice had gone and was already planning where I want to set up on my next visit. A quick detour to Camo's, on the way home, meant I was able to pick up some more "winterised" fish oils and dead baits, therefore ensuring my ability to present boosted offerings for the rest of the campaign.

Having driven down to the RMC, this morning, my route illuminated by the "Wolf" moon. I made the effort to get a token image, this evening. Although past its' peak, the moon still looked magnificent through a very thin veil of high cloud.