Last week I walked from an RSPB reserve on the Humber. It was a strange experience. I arrived early, and was bemused to see the car park nearly full. Something was going on. Turns out there was a very rare bird on the reserve (a wader). It made me realise how little I care about such things. I love seeing birds as I walk - I saw a marsh harrier up close on this walk - but to stand with a hundred other people staring at a non-descript tired bird that has been blown off course is not for me.
Anyway this shot is of Trent Falls, where the river Trent joins the Ouse and becomes the Humber. The name sounds dramatic, but it is no Niagra, in fact no fall at all, just a name.
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