The local mute swans playing their usual tricks on me. I have an ongoing mission to get good photos of them in flight, they have an ongoing joke in that they try to avoid this ever happening. This morning my attention was diverted by a bit of heritage I was not aware of in Gosport, so I looked down at the sign, only to catch the sound of huge wingbeats just over my head, whipped round quickly and fired off a few frames, but the first and potentially best one missed the left wingtip, so detailed feathers in action, but not all of them. Gits! I've only got until July, when my contract finishes here, to nail my swans in flight ambitions. I'll get you yet, you beautiful feathered friends!