Lucy, our Informal Learning & Interpretation Officer, shared some beautiful words describing her early morning encounter with the swans at Diglis Island.
“It’s still dark when I leave the house this January morning and start the car journey north. I live three miles east of the tidal Severn – the ‘big skies small person’ part. Not far from here I join a parallel course, but straighter and humming with cars.
As I journey on, the dark lifts and the blueness of dawn deepens then starts to fade. It’s almost light as I arrive and meet colleagues. But not quite.
At our island base the white of mute swans stands out and the moon still shines in the sky. There’s a swan sanctuary in Worcester I learn, which explains the numbers, but I’ve never seen so many here before. Three birds fly past – to me in slow motion – together but just differing in heights. Their long necks outstretched, their honking calling and then lower, one by one, slowly river-crashing…
..The water gently stills as we cross the locks but behind the island the deep Severn glides.”