A wild, wild morning!
First light
buffeted by gale force winds
tug, dog walker and cormorants . . .
. . . and a spring of jinxing teal.
March gales
Hilary Kington – just my sketches
The salt marsh "a place where teal spring without warning, where clouds of dunlin dazzle and where my spirit soars”.
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