There’s a Grey Heron at the base of the weir. It appears to be a good place for fish as it’s scooped up a small morsel already.
It’s time I tried out a long exposure to make the rushing water a smooth stream. If only the sun would come out and the Kingfishers appear.
In the meantime I’ll have to make do with this fascinating character, as my mind fills with the long journey that small fish has down this Grey Heron’s neck.