One of the good things about travelling slowly, on foot, is that you have time to really see things. Like when we travelled from Portsmouth to Newport on Isle of Wight. It´s a short distance, I´m pretty sure you could do it in less than an hour with the catamaran and a taxi. We decided to make it into a bit more of an adventure, though, and took the ferry. On foot. From the ferrystation we had to walk one or two kilometers to get to the busstop, and as we were treading on, I saw something in the corner of my eye. A gigantic thing of a bird, with long legs.
Sometimes one is just lucky. The heron, which is what it was, landed perfectly angled on top of what I think is a yew-tree, and gave me plenty of time to get my camera out before he decided to swallow his prey. We did feel a bit bad for the duckling, but I suppose that´s just the way it goes.