I headed out to our local nature reserve under grey, squalling skies. I nearly turned around fearing it would be a waste of time but 40 minutes later as I pulled into the car park, the clouds partially parted and the sun beamed down. I’m beginning to think my photo a day is turning into a year long description of the weather. Well you know us brits, we can’t help talking about it.
I spent 3 hours meandering around quiet paths, ducking into hides when the skies intermittently emptied. I spotted deer, buzzards circling overhead, chiffchaffs, little grebes and a variety of the usual suspects: chaffinches; reed buntings; tits (blue, great, longtail and coal); and the most adorable wren noisily collecting leaves, moss and ferns to line her nest. I do feel cheated now that the clocks have gone forward and stolen an hour of my weekend – I would happily have stayed longer.