Another trip west of Swansea, another dip – this time on the Gyr Falcon that had taken up residence on The Gower.
We didn’t even see too many other raptors except Buzzard and Sparrowhawk and oh yes a Kestrel or two. Standing on a windswept Welsh hillside for five hours is no fun I can tell you. I did allow me to revel in that last bastion of racism though… taking the piss out of the Welsh and Dave in particular. Our favourites, well certainly Colin and I was when we saw a police car – ‘quick scarper lads… it’s the Heddlu.’ The straw that finally broke Dave’s back though was my throwaway line in the McDonalds near Swansea – ‘it’s just like and Indian call centre… they’ve got English names and everything.’ Needless to say, Dave was not amused.