The memory throws up high and dry
A crowd of twisted things;
A twisted branch upon the beach
Eaten smooth, and polished
As if the world gave up
The secret of its skeleton,
Stiff and white.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the strength has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
- 'Rhapsody on a Windy Night' T.S.Eliot

Down the canal again - indeed it seems to be a favourite at the minue as I spotted several potential blips. Several birds were out today - most of the ducks seemed to be paired off, sleeping in twos but keeping a wary eye on passers by. No sign of the swans but a few coots (I love that name!) and a Great Cormorant.