Come Fly With Me

Three o'clock alarm and I was back again at dawn at Horn Mill Trout Farm ready or not for the next session hoping the ospreys would want a hearty breakfast.

By 4:40 both T7 and #30 had come in. They had neither of them messed around; dived in and caught their fish, then headed off. 

A passing cormorant had come in for a quick bite to eat as did a heron very early doors but after that it was all quiet and time to head off for my breakfast too which was a complete fandango with no breakfast set up which was paid for incidentally and a completely empty downstairs bar at 9:15. Calling out for anyone at all there was no-one in sight. An hour later by which time I was ravenous someone appeared and when I mentioned breakfast his eyes widened with surprise, 'Breakfast?!' I was obviously on another planet. Whilst waiting expectantly I was treated to the floor show -  the cleaner moving every chair in the restaurant, sweeping under the tables then mopping the floor round me. I love the smell of cleaning fluid with food.  Cheerily calling from right across the room the manager gave me a loud, 'All right darlin'?!' Hmm ...two hours sleep, tired, cold and hungry ... let me think about that one.

 No chance of any food for tonight when I get in either which is the trouble of doing late hide shoots plus I've strong expectations of the bed collapsing overnight if I turn over suddenly which could be fun. This beautiful country pub which I've stayed in forever has hit an all time low with the  new management.