Yes, there's the Tower Hide at Wicken Fen ... here we are getting closer and closer to it .... I wonder if you've ever been to Wicken Fen .. it's not far from Cambridge. And it's a really wild place ... some have described it as prehistoric. In the summer it is awash with dragonflies and damselflies ... primitive stuff. Wild horses roam the area. Boardwalks abound. It's always been hot when I've gone there. And that Tower Hide is something special .... it's one of those creaky old hides with twonky stairs .... and when you get to the top it's really really tiny ... you can only get a few people in there, and you feel you're part of an exclusive coterie of top birders.And that's a rare feeling for me I can tell you. And tree-tops right close to it too... you can get point-blank views of Bullfinches and Sparrowhawks and the like sitting just a few yards away. And the terrain is so flat you can see for miles and miles. And because you're all packed together people get talking .. well, whispering. And a lot of these sentences seem to begin with A. And strange things happen. And, on one red-hot afternoon,when all the fields were dry as a bone, I was motoring towards it when I noticed a huge dust-storm drifting across the mega-flat landscape ..and as I got closer, so did it. And a few seconds later I was inside it. And ... it was really disorientating. And I thought that it would be OK .... but it was really really dark and still inside the storm ..... the headlights had almost no effect. And visibility was about 2 metres. . And my main concern was that someone would shunt into the car from behind... or that I would shunt into somebody in front. And also that I would go off the road. And luckily ... after about a minute it cleared away. And then I was able to pull in to the side and watched it as it slowly trundled over the fields into the far distance. And a few minutes later I arrived at the reserve ..there was still quite a bit of grey dust on the car, and lots of it in all the little cavities and hollows around the bonnet, the hatchback door and the window seals. And that's quite enough sentences beginning with and. Another time I went there having diverted my drive home on hearing that there had been a R-F Falcon there all pm. I was with that Mr. G by the way. But after about 1½ hours the assembled throng gave up in dribs and drabs ( I'm not sure which one I was ) and there, screeching into the Car Park was Mr. Big himself . That's Lee Evans to you. And me. He was truly livid that the R-F Falcon was not to be found .... and he made it clear that we had let him down.... it was, obviously, our fault. What was good about all this was, Lee, as per usual, was wearing virtually nowt ... shorts, yes, shoes, yes .... binoculars, yes. That was it. Nearly every time I've seen him, he's like that. Right then ... more brilliant ( and totally crap) hides will be revealed at various times, depending on my survival of course. But now ... the excellent Zahara and " Chica Pop"... el día que quiso parar siguió bañada en diamantes tan sólo quería pasar en roma sus vacaciones ella es una chica pop frágil como Marilyn por Warhol se llamaba Edda Kathleen era un cuatro de mayo y girar gritar!! y tratar de olvidar que tiene una casa sin vistas y tratar de olvidar que tiene una casa sin vistas no puede evitar fumar su piel son colores quemados te mira y no sabe mirar se pega como tierra mojada ella es una chica pop atrapada en papel fotográfico se entretiene con mirar a través del cristal y girar gritar!! y tratar de olvidar que tiene una casa sin vistas… y tratar de olvidar que tiene una casa sin vistas..
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