River Warbler

004Looking through one of those old notebooks I came across this funny little picture.

It’s meant to be a singing River Warbler I saw in Norfolk in the summer of 1989.

It did kind of look like this but I wouldn’t like to say you could identify it from the picture.

I do remember it was singing away very enthusiastically – in the vane hope of attracting a mate.  I doubt it had much luck as all the females would have been somewhere in eastern Europe.


This is the sea

Where the river meets the sea, where land becomes water – it changes with the tide, day by day and year on year. 

This is a favourite short walk with a bit of sandy beach and some rocks to clamber on.  Well worn steps are cut in the rock, rusted remains of diving boards – from the days when people came across the Forth by steamer.

Initials and dates carved in rock.