Father Time
You will never find me moaning about getting older. It is a privilege to do so - so many do not get the chance. But it is fair to say that by getting older one has to accept certain changes, some limitations, curtailment on what you could expect to happen before the hair turned grey, the muscles weakened and the brain became a little more muddled... My recent stay at Dungeness was largely in the company of four birders who were in their mid-20s. Jacob (a rising star in the ornithological world), Charlotte, Tom and Ollie were all vibrant companions and admitted this OAP into their orbit with open arms. They also taught me (as if I really needed reminding) that my birding faculties are becoming jaded. They were all onto birds far quicker than me; they could all pick up bird calls way before my ears could do so; their identification knowledge was on the money at the same time that I was grovelling around in my memory banks for id features that they had pulled out of their brains in nano-s...