A Walk Along the Humber.

Friday was bright and breezy; a fine January day.  Brian and I walked from Water's Edge at Barton, along the Humber bank with excellent views of the bridge and river, before returning via the old clay pits.  Curlew were busy out on the mud flats and the occasional burst of bubbling, melodious song sent shivers up my back.  Another sign of spring on the horizon; before long most of these birds would be heading to the moors and dales to breed.  Hazel catkins were fully out, their lamb's tails waving in the breeze.  The old pits had plenty of wild fowl: pochard, coot, gadwall, mallard, tufted duck and, best of all a couple of groups of golden eye.