Random notes on the travels of a Welshman who has been allowed out to play after finishing his chores. OK so I don't travel with my Aunt, but I am usually under the adult supervision of my long suffering wife.
Aunty has gone away with the girls for the weekend, the sun was shining and the outdoors was calling. So with Grandad as company it was down to Newport Wetlands for a mooch around. The sun was shining brightly when we left home in the allies, but as we got over Caerphilly mountain we hit the fog. It was even heavier by the time we arrived at Goldcliff, so we moved on quickly for a cup of coffee at the RSPB cafe at Newport Wetlands. By this time the sun was beginning to come out. Not many birds around, but we were tease by the reed warblers cackling away, hidden but never showing themselves. Their call reminds we a little of polystyrene rubbing together. Not many birds, but the insects showed up well. And then it was back home to watch the rugby.
Newport Wetlands Reserve, Newport, Newport, Newport NP18, UK