These wetlands have a wildlife loop that everyone takes at three miles an hour. Every car bristtles with cameras, like some CIA training exercise on how not to do covert surveillance.
The air there smelt wonderful- so clean and crisp. You kind of drive along, stop, point, and go "wow! look at the cranes" or "check out the deer/ wild ponies" or "hey, I never new marsh came in all those colors".
Half way round, we took our coffee and sat on a bum-numbing wooden bench. There, we stared at fleets of refuelling fowl. It was sublime.
After a (long) while it started raining again, just a little, and we said things like "hmm... really need to leave sooner or later.... heh, look at that drake over there... is that a starling?.... check out that little one....".
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