Buzzards and bays

 A buzzard was circling overhead on our walk today. 

You have to look carefully to see him - he's just to the right of the left sticky-up branch. He was a lot bigger in real life. I said to George, 'Let's stick together then if the buzzard swoops we can cling on to each other.'

George looked up then said, 'You're on your own with that one.'

'Charming. Well, that's okay because I'm bigger than you so he'll choose you.'

George had a think. 'Hm. But you reckon if we stick together we'll be okay?'

'Yes, trust me,' I said.

'You just walked into a tree. Why should I trust you?'

'I know about these things! I have a degree.'

'Ah, but I have Life Experience,' George nodded sagely.

There's no point arguing with him: he has an answer for everything.

Before we got into the woods we walked along the beach. It was low tide. According to the local web site, at 10.2 m, Swansea has the second biggest tidal range in the world. I wouldn't take that for gospel though. I suspect a bit of local bias has crept in, although it's certainly one of the largest. And looking out to sea at low tide you can see why.