Working in Rochford has its moments but not many. Unless you a member of a mobility scooter club or look forward to being poisoned by the odd Indian restaurant or two, there really isn’t much to get excited about. Even the local Sainsburys appears to have ended it’s Meal Deal deal.
So why the duck do I get to work 2 hours before anyone else??? There’s a couple of reasons for this – both lame. One. The traffic at that time is light and this saves me a good 30 minutes as well as fuel. Secondly, I get stuff done. No phones ring. No one demanding work and most of all, I can raid the Haribo bowl without anyone knowing. No, it’s okay, they don’t read my blog. Come to that, I’m not sure anyone does.
So, this isn’t very healthy. The Haribos and the driving are making me fat or fatter. I used to walk a good 45 minutes every day to tube stations etc and today I walk nowhere.
Until a wryneck turned up down the road.
I didn’t know it was down the road until I looked the location up. South Fambridge. Well it’s not big and it’s not famous but it sits very close to the River Crouch and it was having a moment for itself. I thought well, why don’t I put this time to use more usefully?
|River Crouch viewed from Seawall|
I approached the concrete pillbox, a flock of some 40 corn buntings flew up into the nearby bushes. I have only ever seen these birds in numbers below 10 before so this was a great start. No sign of the wryneck though. Further on, a few remaining sand martins and swallows skimmed the sky just above the seawall and the odd meadow pipit skipped out of the tall grass alarmed at my clod-hopping amble close to them. No sign of the wryneck.
The wryneck was there by all reports. Maybe tomorrow then for another early morning workout. I love working around here.