I knew it would be a good day, so I phoned T and asked her if she fancied going back to Caerlaverock even though I didn't get a faster camera or a longer lens for Christmas. 
I love the sound of the barnacle geese and sound of flying swans. 
T said she wanted to be buried there.

Next time I'm taking a shovel.

This is the bottom of a Canada goose. The light made it look delightful.