A morning visit to Orgreave, Whiston Meadows and Pit-house West produced Jack Shit!! On the way to take Beth for a horse riding lesson I was informed of a Shag at RV. Well, being a bank holiday that wasn't that surprising given the amount of white lightning fuelled totty that would be there. Enough of the teenage wit, there really was a Shag on the reserve, a rather dull looking juvenile sat looking sorry for itself on the islands that it had unfortunately mistaken for coastal cliffs!
Shag or driftwood
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