Take one quietly moving canal glowing in a warm wintery sun
Sprinkle with plenty of leaves drifting slowly, leave to be absorbed in the mind as you wander along the towpath.
Then, once digested and enjoyed follow with a natural phenomenon that even made the boys speachless (and that takes something special)..... starling murmurations
We, along with a few other folk, watched in awe as these birds moved in a collective Brownian motion style. Hundreds and hundreds of them arrived in huge swarms and joined the 'mother-flock' and swooped and whirled over head. Whilst they were airborne all you could hear was the swish of thousands of wings and the occasional chirp.....but when they landed on the reed beds their song sounded like a huge beautiful metallic waterfall swelling to an almost painful crescendo - I am getting goosebumps again just recalling it! If you EVER get a chance to see them - do so - it was/is wonderful !
So, how do you top that? Well you finish it with an evening picnic watching the sun sink behind the sea whilst listening to the waves lapping gently at the shore - that's how.
In the words of elbow - 'One day like this a year'd see me right'









