Fishing Seoul
On an overnight stay yesterday we went for a morning walk along a river running through the middle of the city, now tamed and landscaped.
We didn’t see a single piece of litter, but plenty of fish and one heron.
It was hunting and failing.
Finally . . . it moved, spooked by a falling leaf and had success.
And then shortly after, boarding the hotel coach for the airport, I hear a voice call John Bennett! and it’s Richard, leader of the Bellingen Birders. We had no idea we were both travelling to the UK.
