With only a couple of weeks to go until the big move, I set out for one of my stress-relieving walks on the Leeds–Liverpool canal. This time we bridged the final stretch between Shipley and Skipton. It was here we came across a family of mute swans.
I’m no bird expert, but I guess they are called Mute Swans because they don’t make as much noise as other swans, like the Whooper (no prizes for guessing where that name comes from). This family had a few cute cygnets, who were quite inquisitive, and possibly wondering if I had a supply of bread about my person.
Alas, I had no bread. But I proceeded to talk to the cygnets in my best swan-ese whilst I photographed them. I must have been a bit rusty, because one of the parents seemed to take exception to something I said, and gave me the evil eye.
Swans are attractive animals, even when they want to beat you up, and I duly photographed the parent too. In retrospect, this was a snap too far. Now I know what it’s like to be one of the paparazzi.