Saw my family of otters again this lunchtime. The young ones seem to have grown up now: they were all looking big and healthy as they were fishing in the Rheidol. I followed them along the riverbank and I think I’ve seen where they’re nesting, which is cool.
Another interesting discovery: I didn’t realise that otters were vocal until one climbed on a rock to get a better look at what I was up to (I’d clambered down the bank to see them better) and started squeaking to the others.
Tried to get a picture, but, again, conditions were against me. Some day, maybe.