The thing is – during the Ospreywatch season here in the Lake District, the volunteers and staff literally each spend thousands of hours looking for and at these wondrous birds. There is, inevitably, a danger of over-familiarity creeping in. What was once a rare sight becomes everyday – even commonplace. But then suddenly a flash of realisation breaks through. You see these birds as if seeing them for the first time in all their pristine glory. Like this morning, whilst on protection duty, against a backlit Skiddaw massif Mr and Mrs No-Ring took up their familiar perches overseeing their pair of chicks. They looked like bookends, supporting the weight of their calling, which is no weight at all. They looked so beautiful, that even the most weary of eyes could not help but be refreshed, the most laden of hearts lightened. My camera caught a very poor impression of their beauty.