Mud ....Sweat.... and.....Tears

Mud…Sweat…&…Tears
Slipping & sliding through the mud on the ebbing tide was a sweaty business, finding a tree trunk of driftwood to half sit half kneel was a joy in order to obtain a low position. As dog walkers spooked the Dunlin & Ringed Plover, corralling them towards me for once, it was bliss to be surrounded by scores of birds totally ignoring my presents.
But it was to turn to tears when I arrived home and the Blessed Saint Margaret (my wife) ripped into me….”look at the state of those pants, you look like a tramp, I only washed them yesterday”. The woes of bird photography.