A few hundred yards down river from that noisy water-skier
(post below)
where there is a patch of wetland, these swallow came in to
roost in their hundred as the sun sank lower.
Hard to say whether they are Masked, or White-Breasted
swallows, I need Stewart's expert opinion on to put me right on
that one.
Whatever they are called, they were an inspiration to watch
and photograph.

























