You can’t see it in this photo, but there are coots nesting on the lifesaver ring at the bottom right corner of the men’s swimming area. It’s a very untidy piece of work with quite large sticks. It’s the kind of nest a teenage boy might build.
As I swam past it the coot hen clicked at me but seemed unperturbed. Apparently, coots are often infanticides. If there isn’t enough food to go around, they attack their own weakest. A bit like the Tory party at the moment.
A parakeet flew over head. A grebe glided past two mallards and as I got near the jetty there were a couple of Tufted ducks, too.
It’s supposed to be 15 degrees but it felt colder and much fresher after some heavy rain last night.