The afternoon had been one of light drizzly rain and low cloud, with only the hint of a breeze from the east. I had arrived quite early for evening flight as, with the prospect of a really dull evening, I felt confident that the ducks would move early and that there would be a good chance of a prolonged flight. This is far preferable to those clear evenings when a flight may last a matter of 15 minutes or so at the most.
Having left my car at the farm, I was soon squelching along the rough cart track that leads towards the marshes. The
