Friday, 11 September 2009
Confronted by this pair of hissing buggars while out walking the dog earlier on this (beautiful) evening. Swans are incredible animals - very elegant and all that - but why are they so bloody bad-tempered? I should have taken one for my pot. But then the queen would have had me arrested and sent to the Tower - or something. "Orf with his head!"
Sorry it's so dark - the camera on my phone is pants.
PS: There are loads of swans on this lake. They float around in formation like a squadron of light cruisers. They only bombard the shore from the air, though. Curious.
PPS: Swans, I suppose, are just like Wales: spectacular, but moody. I wouldn't have it any other way :)