13c, wet cold, miserable. NE wind.
That cross between mist and drizzle (mizzle?) that lands on the grass like dew but soaks everything right through, (copyright Peter Kay) but I was wet already so had a wander through the site. Just a single Green Sandpiper of note but the place was awash with hirundines forced low by the weather. On the appraoch road around fifty or so Swallows darted about while over the river area at least double that number of House Martins were acrobatically performing and flying within inches of passers by, which given the rain was just an odd jogger and muggins here. (Poor quality video due to weather but you get the idea)
The rain has formed more pools though and there is an ever increasing ribbon of water forming the length of the new area.
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