On a gorgeous, sunny, spring, Easter morning I stepped out with my walking-down-by-the-lake kit in a backpack. As I walked around the far end of the lake on the cycle path multitudes of cyclists, in flashy, expensive-looking cycling clothes, whizzed past me.
I stopped to sit on a rock in between the lake and the Loire for a breather and almost immediately a pair of blue tits alighted on a tree nearby. Overhead, seagulls; herring gulls perhaps? (these sea-birds all look the same), floated around effortlessly and, on the lake, a little later there were ducks, more seagulls and a few terns.