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A puddle of gulls

Well, from a distance it looked like a white puddle

Weather to savour: a crisp, bright, early spring day that you have to get out in if you possibly can. So, a thirty-or-so mile ride just had to be on the agenda, not least because the forecasters are confidently saying that this is the last decent day for the foreseeable.

Riding a loop that went from Reading up to the top of Pishill, down to Henley and back to Reading, what caught my eye were the groups. There were rambles of walkers tramping in the lanes, wheels of red kites circling in the sky, confusions of wood pigeons rootling in the woods and, what looked from a distance like a puddle of gulls loitering in a hollow in a field.