Saturday 2nd April (Peace at Polemere)


Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into the bare Lime trees. The buds were now showing their green-yellowish colour. As Mr. Kite looked around he could see pink petals being blown along the road. Now this is nature and life; some things are about to blossom, grow and develop and other parts have finished. Their life is over and it is now in the hands of their lagacies. The petals have left behind the buds that will develop into fruits.

Late morning Mr. Kite set out on The Beast to Polemere. Today the wind was strong and Mr. Kite had to keep pedaling to go forward. As he cycled along there were short bursts of warm spring sunshine. When Mr. Kite arrived at Polemere he found it a pleasant and calm place.

Jackdaws quietly fed in the surrounding fields; Canada Geese grazed on the grass on the waters edge; Mallard and Goosander slumbered in the sunshine on the waters edge; Tufted Duck, Widgeon, Teal and Moorhens swam around the pool courting; Shelducks kept their heads under water; a pair of Pied Wagtail flew around the pool. The only disruptive birds were the Coots who quarreled amongst themselves over territory and partners.

On the far side of the pool a Common Buzzard was plucking dead branches from a willow tree and building a monster sized nest. Just before Mr. Kite left the inhabitants of Polemere in peace a solitary Sand Martin flew over the pool before turning and dropping down to just above the water. Lowering it's head the bird flew along with it's beak in the water sipping Polemere Water. With such a peaceful scene Mr. Kite can only believe that Polemere Water has peaceful and placid constituents.

Mr. Kite cycled home along country lanes where he listened, and watched, Blackcaps tuning up for their springtime songs.

After a good day out Mr. Kite sipped Belgian Leffe Beer and was also peaceful and placid. Cheers from Mr. Kite and a good health to all responsible drinkers, including Sand Martins.