ECHO 30/4/06 – Keswick

Lucky Strike

Heron fishing alone in the dark at a point where the river runs widest; night-time darts of the head, the ghost at the water’s edge (in the shadow of Luca’s pizzeria!) – The beast hunkers down; that long neck poised - then the flash fast move into the shallows to catch prey (minnow, stickleback) and the quiet, gentle retreat to stand motionless once more, waiting, watching – Pol says she loves the things my eagle eyes find. It is one of those simple, breathtaking moments; Pol says she will fall asleep thinking asleep thinking about the heron, the way he appeared out of the darkness only feet away from the Saturday night revelers, drunkenly making their ways home.