wildlife versus warhammer

Sam explaining to his pal Lucas that swans mate for life.

Meanwhile, Lucas is thinking he'd much rather be playing warhammer.

Meanwhile, Dave and Sam were still glowing from seeing some Dippers fish for bugs by the weir.

Meanwhile Tess and her pal Georgie were being powered forward by sweets and engaging in nonsensical girlytalk.

Meanwhile, I was staying out of hearing range (I have a girlytalk intolerance allergy), eyes to the skys, looking for ospreys.

Meanwhile, it just took me a whole five long minute senile moment to remember the word "ospreys". My brain wanted to say oysters. Flying oysters. With flailing oxters. I need a cup of tea. And by Jove (who's Jove?), i'll be having a motherflippin' biscuit too.