Several of our new friends have been taking their boats out on the water, some staying out overnight and one for three weeks (they’re due back on Saturday).
Hubby and I are content to putter up river though, enjoying the peace and tranquility of the moment.
Last time we were out, we came across a flock of swans. So far, it is the largest number we have seen in close proximity.
I counted eight, and as I was at the tiller, Hubby took the shots.
He also took some of the river itself as we chugged along.
Meanwhile, the swans here in the Marina continue to take it in turns to sit on the nest.
Our friend at the end of our pontoon saw the first ducklings this weekend.
The mother bird hurriedly shielded them from view before he could get a proper head count, but he said there was a significant number.
It would appear that the nests are on the other side of the bank, so we shall have to be patient. It also explains the birds’ absence here, though our Quartet returned last night for their hull supper, and the Three Bachelors have just flown in, so Lonely Duck has made himself scarce.
The swallows are also beginning to arrive, so proof that Summer is indeed on its way!