The seagulls--giant, black-backed gulls--were having a shouting festival this morning. Sitting on the roof of the house next to the channel; wheeling in the sky; perching on the telegraph poles. And yelling. Usually they sit on the poles and just chunter if you walk past, but today, they were very loud.
The marshes were covered in mist, they egrets have moved on.
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