Boyhood dreams

As a young boy growing up in East Sussex, one bird I came across in my bird books, was a Gyr falcon. I never knew why, (& still don`t) but it fired my imagination. A majestic white hunter flying low & fast over a barren heath in a sleet shower. Without stretching the mind too much, it could be Milford Haven! So off I went today in search of dreams. Then I woke up staring thro my bins at jetties, loading arms, tanks, cliffs etc, between Hakin point & the Port authority bulding. Nothing.
The only consolation for my days` struggle was a Ringtail at Marloes mere at first light.
Well, back to the single malt & a warm fire....