

While pregnant with my first child I walked around Lough Derravaragh, Westmeath, Ireland, which I often did while living on its shores. Nonchalantly kicking a plastic buoy as I walked on in the sunshine, drinking in the gorgeous scenery of the deep Lake. The buoy hit a stone behind me and a soft but sickly crack stopped me in my tracks, compelling me to walk back and investigate.
There I found that the ‘buoy’ was in fact a swan’s egg, which had been floating on the lake for some time (green lines told of it’s spinning and floating).