The weekend had been a bit of a shitter starting with my car pissing out coolant and cola. My Burn out to balance course 3 hours away in Bristol was gonna be a bust so i took a coach at 3.45am. Fucker turned into a pumpkin at 8am and left me stranded in snow. One sulk later and it was back to the seaside (home) for me but with an all star Allyssa Edward gig in llanfairpwllgwyngyllogogerychwrndrobwllantysilogogogoch also planned that damn beastie ( from the East) was messing with my West and Welsh cakes. The neurons sparked into action and kicked me to the sheshore to accidentally see the aurora borealis of birds instead.So here's my photos of the starling murmura-yea-tion even if salty air meant no snowball fight on the side. Now im happily siphoning out my petrol and even if the car will never again take flight i can say "Attenborough im one super happy bird" 😀😀
