Sunday lunchtime I dragged himself out for some fresh air after the excesses of Saturday's wedding and suggested we walk up to Edgbaston Reservoir - it should probably be re-named Edgbaston sand pit.
There's not a lot of water left for watersports
I was amazed by the amount of mussel shells lying around - sadly all empty
G's GPS showed us as being in the water
and right up to the bridge we are stood on - now there's only this little stream left. G kindly went all through our photo archives to find the pics I took here during the ice age but, for some mysterious reason, we couldn't find them. Every other walk that Lesley and I covered except this one It would have been nice to be able to, 'compare and contrast'
Although we are further away from the BT tower here, it looks even closer
G is standing below the dam wall
These guys have found a bit left to play in
So not really surprised to see a couple of narrers in the yard