More fog

Guided walk at Wheldrake Ings, hampered by ice, fog and rain. Half the folk didn't turn up, but the brave dozen followed me round the hides. The fog lifted a bit at the far end so everybody managed views of Whooper Swans down my scope. On the way back, I heard the trilling of a Waxwing and looked up to see one heading over west. Bonus. On the drive back through Wheldrake, three birds were sitting in a roadside tree as I entered the village.