Mrs P has come to the conclusion that people in England are either really, really nice or really, really grotty. I do understand what she means. Yesterday she met one of the nice ones. An old gent feeding bread to the swans. He shared some with her – she also likes swans. These mute swans are resident to the UK, not migratory, and are (unless marked) all owned by the queen. Once upon a time, swan was a luxury meat favoured by the nobility. But after being eaten to near extinction, they were made property of the crown, and today thrive in our rivers. They are much like humans in many ways. They are monogomous and can pair for life, but will both cheat and ‘divorce’.