Cutting the Grass

The chaps from the Environment Agency were out at Cley Marshes this morning, cutting the grass on the East Bank using their remote controlled lawn-mowers.  I asked the operator if the machine had a nickname and he looked at me as if I was mad and politely informed me that it didn't.  I felt it was crying out for a name (I've clearly watched too many sci-fi films with personable robots with catchy names).

It was a beautiful spring morning, cold but sunny.  There were lots of Brent Geese around still.  Also, the unmistakable (and very loud call) of more than one Cetti's Warblers. A and I very much enjoyed our coffee sitting on the beach watching the waves crashing in.

The extra is a view across the marsh towards Salthouse.