It’s a beautiful, placid scene. It’s gorgeous light on the River Teign as I spot a Mute Swan flying and then landing in the distance on the river.
That may be a problem. There’s a resident pair of Mute Swans here. Their nest is just next to the old railway bridge.
It’s pure comedy to see them both set off, wings in combat mode, in hot pursuit of the interloper.
I’ve never seen a swan turn around as quickly as this one did when it saw the armada approaching. Looking at the pair of them, I think retreating was the best policy.