A sea of white on the stretch of the Thames near me. On Saturday, we walked an hour-quarter to a local town, and its church and pub, and then walked back for a barbecue outside the chaplaincy. Effectively, the entirety of the walk was against the beautiful afternoon river sun. This world had flooded with white – of swans there swam innumerable clusters, bathing on the river.
And – even cuter! – the Spring-born signets were almost grown, and thus bore a dabbled white-brown plumage. Beautiful!