Still buzzing this evening from seeing my first ever English Otter this morning. As a schoolboy growing up in 70s Britain I was first interested in mammals before I was ever interested in birds, but at the time, rivers in England were considered so polluted there wasn't much chance of seeing an Otter in any of them. I can think of three encounters I had in Ireland; two on Scottish Isles; but all either briefly, distantly or in poor light, so today's episode on the River Wear for half an hour in bright sunlight at nine-thirty am was particularly poignant for me. I had heard from a passer-by back in December that there had been several sightings on this stretch of river in recent years, but didn't think I was putting anywhere near enough time into looking for them over the course of the last two months. It's nice to be wrong every now and again! B