This morning (trying to hail): crossed a stream on a fallen willow; tried and failed to find a deafening woodpecker; learnt that it’s hard to take photos of sunbeams; startled a wader of some sort (snipe? – I’m not good at birds); almost trod on an indignant pheasant. The tree’s definitely a plague doctor. Why would someone take a punnet of perfectly good (to my eye) strawberries a mile or two over the fields and dump them in a ditch?
