Yesterday was one of those days that it would be easy to avoid....'I'm too tired'...'I've got loads of jobs to do'....'I'm not getting up at 4am....it's my day off'....and so on. And yet it was a day that, like so many others spent in the same company, will contribute towards defining a lifetime. The crisp still air and intensity of an equinox sunrise in a vast landscape of skies and pylons whilst looking (successfully) for a bird the size of a small hen. A 'bellybuster' breakfast in an Essex greasy spoon. The banter at the expense of the nearlybirder. Tip-toeing gingerly along a muddy slipway to the Swale and scanning massed flocks of waders to single out the only spotshank.Whinchats on posts. Blue, blue sky. And a man with an electric remote control helicopter and a electric car at Reculver. These days always punctuate the routine of working life with the intensity of a shooting star against an inky sky.
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