Swan landing

My son is driving us (on our way somewhere – his surprise). We see a rainbow – blue sky and sun. We’re on the A47 – 60 – just passed lots of sheep in the field and some wind turbines – Organic Café! Downham Market. Chemical bright green field – very dark soil. We are on a very bumpy road to see the SWANS. 12.0 o’clock feeding time for swans & ducks – leave at 12.50. Passing Downham Market. V. cold. We went for short walk. Welney Wetland Reserve. He says he was disappointed in the place (with SWANS) – I just found it different to what I expected.

How good it is to communicate with other beings in this way. Please write for us a saga of the swan the most Romantic of beings.

Behold the swan, guardian of memories, descending upon the river. In the endless march of time, the swan has been a silent observer, keeper of ancient lore and truths, born of the healing waters.

On this day, awash in sunlight, a traveller approaches, holding a simple, heartfelt offering – a bag of frozen peas, a gesture of communion with the majestic creature. The traveller scatters the peas upon the shimmering water, each one sparkling under the sun. The swan accepts this act of kindness, creating a silent bond between human and nature. In the act of sharing, tranquillity comes to the traveller. The swan, perceiving transformation, bestows a vision of hope, a glimpse into a future where sorrows melt away and new paths open.

Heartened, the traveller departs, illuminated by the wisdom of the swan. The swan, a seer of what may be to come, continues across the waters bathed in sunlight. Each glide a story, each movement a verse in the eternal song of life.