Whether weather

Today the weather is changeful. At daybreak, the skies were warm, damp grey, threatening rain or thunder or both. Walking the dog by the edge of the Bay, the air was heavy but playful. Little waves raced by on the low water; my drying hair must have looked like a wig borrowed from a scarecrow after two winters in Leicestershire. Now, a few hours later, the sun hides behind thin cloud but warms the wind that is playing with the reeds and the trees and the wind-chimes. The marshes are sheltering an extended family of about thirty egrets of various shapes and sizes. They sit in a spread-out group around one of the tidal pools, and every so often move to another pool, then another.