The Swing

Some inspired individual has made a swing from flotsam rope and wood and hung it from a bough overhanging the beach. I have a new volunteer so I had a bit more time in the morning and I stole half an hour to go down to the swing. The terns were diving for fish, skittering in shoals on the surface of the sea, and there were sand martins and bigger fish jumping ( for joy?).

It was sunny and hot with that autumnal hint of change in the air. A perfect day.