Saturday 22rd January (A day at Weston-super-Mare)

Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window onto frost and icicles. A wonderful winter landscape. Without too much thought Mr. Kite drank coffee and ate toast and then traveled to Bath to pick up one of his little boys. Now Mr. Kite witnessed a parliament of rooks. These black birds were on the ground picking on one unfortunate thing; he or she was pecked, sat on, bullied, and made to feel worthless. Sadly no one went to the birds aid including Mr. Kite. Not speaking like a rook Mr. Kite thought it better to say nothing.

After picking up a little boy of thirty-two complete with partner Mr. Kite drove towards Weston-super-Mare. Not far along the journey Mr. Kite stopped at the end of Chew Valley Lake. Whilst people fed the ducks with bread Mr. Kite searched the lake for birds. In front of him sat a black-headed gull. Why would a black-headed gull attract Mr. Kites attention? Simply because it was sitting on a mute swan and having a free trip. Sitting on the swan's back the gull was being ferried around the lake.

Mr. Kite saw two people with a telescope and asked them what they had seen. Two bitterns was their answer. Dipped again on the bittern. Never mind.  Mr. Kite looked and looked and looked and looked but did not see the bitterns. Mr. Kite was happy watching a black-headed gull sitting on the back of a mute swan.

So the Kite family went to Weston-super-Mare. Bird watching was out of the question as the family wanted chips. coffee and bargain rubbish in the charity shops. Mr. Kite watched a large flock of waders flying in formation along the sea shore. Soon after this Mr. Kite was eating a massive portion of chips in a cafe. Now the Kite family like value for money so they picked up handfuls of sachet sauces and ate their chips swamped in brown sauce, red sauce and mayonnaise.

Walking towards the Grand Pier  Mr. Kite noticed common gulls, oyster- catches and herring gulls. The oyster-catchers were not eating oysters and the herring gull was not eating herrings. In the Grand Pier Mr. Kite spent ten pence in the arcade and lost the lot. It was not too much of a loss so he did not mind too much.

With the evening drawing in they returned to the holiday home and traveled back to Chew Valley for a drink in The Red Lion Bishop Sutton. Mr. Kite's tipple was Sharps Doom Bar and Wadworth's Henry's IPA. Good Health.