Sunrise at Scorhill and a robin watched me sitting in the boot of the car taking off my wellies
… and then Murchington – Milfordleigh Wood:
The weather was so good it would have been rude not to go out again. Another robin – this one a little less polished and more disheveled but belted out his songs anyway. I’d forgotten that Milfordleigh wood existed. Walking across the stepping stones was fun in a ‘walking across a weir’ way. Today was a leaves day (and a weird jelly fungus).
