Juneathon the ninth: je ne regrette rien

Sun at last, though it was still windy. I ran at tea-times, over Seaford Head and along the Cuckmere estuary. I saw an egret. I am still surprised to see these birds, unknown when I was a boy ornithologist. I understand that they are common scavengers in other parts of the world but to me they are exotic beauties. So, when I see one, I sing to it that great chanson, the song that everyone remembers when Piaf's name is mentioned. They tend to fly away.