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There is something very magical about swans, particularly this time of the year when thousands of graceful Bewicks and Whoopers migrate from Arctic Russia and Iceland to spend the winter at the Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust in Welney, close to where I live.

When two keen ornithological friends visited me from Cologne last week, Dan and Cathy, this was where we headed. I had borrowed my photographer friend, Bob Mozejko’s 70-300mm zoon lens to capture them being fed with my Nikon D50. This love-heart pic was one I took during my last visit. I wasn’t able to improve on it, but have added some of the 120 snaps I took at the top of my page.

It awoke my interest in photography (I used to develop my own black and white pics and have had many photos published professionally in the Cambridge Evening News), so I decided to invest in my own zoom lens and must return more frequently, and take advantage of my membership.

The hide at the 1,000 acre reserve was packed when we arrived an hour ahead of the feed, people travel for many miles to watch it, and it makes me realise how lucky I am to live nearby. It delights all generations, and there can be no more impressive site than a swan swooping in, so Concorde like in flight.

As we drove home, across the dark, flat eerie Fenland landscape, sharp-eyed Dan spotted a white barn owl sitting on a gate and a heron perched in a field in his car headlights. We followed the owl to another resting place before it vanished into a barn. I wish I was so observant, I’m sure I would have missed them.

If Maalie and Simon are ever this way, I know they would love to visit Welney. And although not an expert, just an enthusiast, I would be delighted to escort them.