One ticket would have been cheaper of course, but my youngest son has been dying to go on his first aeroplane flight for years, and, while babysitters had generously made themselves available so I could go alone, I figured 'what the hell, we're both worth it'. When I told him the price of his air fare, the cheeky young pup asked if he could have the cash instead, but when I said 'no', and offered to lend him an old Tamron 70-300mm lens and an even older Canon digital SLR so he could take photos like Dad, his mind was made up.
|This shot shows the reddish rump, neck collar and a white forehead patch...|
|...and this one the squarer tail and chunkier build relative to our own Swallows|
|Very difficult for the auto-focus to lock on when it was in front of vegetation|
|When in front of the trees it had a brownish cast by comparison to the bluer Barn Swallows it was with|
|Reminiscent in terms of its chunkiness to the Chesterfield Crag Martin from last year|
|Our journey to St Mary's in one of these was a bit easier than the Atlantic crossing made by the Cliff Swallow|
|Navigator, co-pilot and fellow lensman, Rowan. 'Can we go on a jumbo jet next?'|