OK, we walk on water all the time as we’re on a marina, but we cheat as we walk on the pontoons that are on the water!
But what about really walking on the wet stuff?
Taking Maggie out for a wee before lunch, a flurry of black shot across (or should I say under) our path from one side of the pontoon to the other.
Moor hens are all feet, and when we arrived there was a little family on the bank behind us.
Whether the little chap I saw today was an adult or juvenile it was hard to say, he was so damn fast!