I worked out the perfect image: redstart in budding whitebeam against a foil of snow-clad fells. I began at a distance, hoping I might come a little closer If I crept oh so slowly. When bam! My bird was gone. A photographer intent on vistas strode right across my picture to the cliff edge. Good manners suggests you don’t walk through someone else’s photograph! He gave me a friendly grin, wholly unaware of what he'd done.
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