Halo was incorrect, as it was probably a circumzenithal arc. Which I reckon is pretty cool.
And that Eagle, right, must have flown through my patch. AND I chose not to journey to work via Filby on the day that a WTE wakes up and has a look around in that area at the time that I would have been going through. Something about a chap called sod, a law, and a very rude word comes to mind.
I didn’t get a Sand Martin on the half-heartedly predicted day, but I did get a Swallow which was simply beautiful. And then another on Monday. Not a magic blog perhaps, but just a magic patch perhaps. Which is fine by me. We’ll see.
On Saturday and Sunday the pond in the garden had been taken over by rutting water snails (spp). As each one moved about on top of the weed, it let out a little pop. Pond pop corn. Great fun.
I did see Sand Martins at the weekend however, at Runton. I could do nothing but stare and smile while they farted.
I’m not telling anyone how great Runton is.
A mammoth fell out of the cliffs once. It was quite dead, but quite large.
Stuff still falls out of the cliffs and the cliffs still fall. I’ll put a picture up of the beach. It isn’t as good as it looks, no siree. And you should make no effort to go there, as you will not like it.
Haven’t seen any patch Wheaters since first contact although I am receiving reports that they continue to move through. That also, is fine by me.
You have had over a hundred posts of this nonsense now.