All alone

We made a brief foray down to Ocean Terminal during which we got lashed with freezing rain, some of it full in the face, so we chickened out and got a bus back.

When we got back to the Shore I noticed the lonesome boy swan whom we'd seen being chased away by his parents and sisters last week. Since they're supposed to eat weed rather than breadcrumbs Mr H suggested offering him a bit of rocket salad, but he ignored it and stared at me reproachfully. I suppose I'll have to go back with some junk food breadcrumbs.