Swanning around

This is a bit too much of a close up for my liking. I even got my fingers nipped gently to see if I would produce food. Unfortunately the riverside cafe sells food for swans. So they are becoming a nuisance. Rather like New Forest donkeys: cute but spoilt.

Welcoming session in Christchurch Priory, followed by sandwiches and coffee with a friend and a walk on the quay. Apparently Henry V111 sat down to roast swan an hour after Anne Boleyn's death.