| This shot is taken looking
downstream.
I took this picture to show
a favourite place for fishermen to sit as I saw 60 years ago, and they still
do today.
Just as I did a swan appeared from behind the island.
This is the
island where swans bred.
I use to go each year to see the signets swimming
with the pen.
The parent cob always swimming close towards you, wings raised, neck bent
menacingly like a snake, while hissing viciously at you at the same time.
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