More swans. Bedford embankment with its war memorial opposite Mill Meadows. The swans swim up and down, in the hope of being fed by passing humans. Sometimes the pecking order makes itself felt. The closest swan, disappointed that I had no bread, swam onwards with the scavenging flock. I was intrigued by their abstract pattern of whiteness against the dark water. Seamus Heaney advised us against trying to 'capture' their beauty: 'You are neither here nor there - A hurry through which known and strange things pass.' Experience and move on. Time being. |