counting coots

I woke up half an hour before the alarm was due to go off, and thought fuck it - I'll get up anyway. I'll get in to work early and maybe have a walk round the patch, work out where the tide will be at lunchtime and check out the early passage birds and pick up the Osprey that is due to come through. Unfortunately there was a Ballardian incident on the A4 (how's that for topical!) and it was shut. So I got in later than normal, which is an arse.

The obvious, topical thing to do here is put in a picture of a Crash, or a picture of a sun, or an empire - so here is an action shot of a Fulmar.