This is the reason I spend many hours in my car commuting to work. To be able to live so near to such magical places is worth every moment of frustration behind the wheel.
Early yesterday evening, the boy and I sat alone in a hide overlooking the lakes at Shapwick Heath. He was watching the cormorants silhouetted against the dark trees, perched on their nests of bleached white twigs. I was watching him, aware of how special this peaceful time together was. He is twelve and my only child. I know we won't have too many more times like these before he is on the roller coaster to becoming a teenager. Scrapbooking has taught me to treasure each moment – oh, and try to take a sneaky photo or two!.
