Several years ago we were up on Berwick-upon-Tweed when I snapped this flotilla of swans on the river.  It’s a photo that always made me laugh when I thought about it – swans appear so graceful, but that one in the back didn’t seem to get the memo.  Yet I’ve been thinking about it more and more lately, and perhaps I’ve been a bit unfair all these years.  After all, he’s taking the chance to stick his neck out and look at things from a different perspective … shouldn’t we all strive to do likewise?