Sunlit strewn winter sky drew me and the Goodwife Fiona to Saltholme RSPB . Grey fluff cloud on arrival. Rain threatening. Breezy cold wind sweeping across dozens of Shovellers on lake. Broad spade like beak for shovelling! Canada and Barnacle Geese flocked on meadows. Lapwings and Golden Plovers viewed through Wardens scope. Magic detail. Oil tanker creeping down Tees. Top deck floating across the ground. Eerie! Birdwatchers well wrapped  against stiffening wind. Pure White Little Egret airily moving from place to place feeding.  In its element. Saltholme salt-marsh magic again!