Quick as a flash, the Marsh Harrier swooped across the river and out across the Fen at the bird hides of Manea. We had taken our nutty little mutt – Dotty dog Dotty for a run along the bridal path. We stopped at one of the hides for a quick drink. We had binoculars and a telescope. I also had my Nikon D 3100 camera.
As the bird of prey came into view I managed to get off a few shots. Most were blurred but one came out as passable. After the excitement, we returned to the bridal path and let Dotty run her excitement out of herself. The fens and the field are the same as they have always been. Nothing changed since retro British days. It felt like stepping back in time.