A waterfall at the end of the stream where we once saw a white crane, the green lands, luscious meadow bathed in balmy light, the river at Devoran, boats bobbing on the tide, an island with a moored boat, swan feathers washed ashore and the sound of oars hitting the water.
Stumbled upon two mute swans with their six juvenile cygnets. They were wandering on land, between sand and sea. The pen and cob acted as protective guardians, snapping at neighbouring ducks and jackdaws scouring the ground for food. My love fed the small but healthy bundles of feather and down, while I captured their charm on camera.
It was such an incredible, heart-warming sight... I felt blessed to witness such a beautiful ritual of swans tending to their young.