15 May 2019

I stepped out on to the patio immediately after sunset to look for early bats (and possibly owls). No such luck. But I did hear my first cuckoo of the summer calling from very far off, from the general direction of the Moor. I listened, thrilled, for a good five minutes before it was drowned out by a passing bus and the chimes of an ice-cream van.

By Richard Carter

Richard Carter is a writer and photo­grapher living in Hebden Bridge, West Yorkshire. Website · Facebook · Twitter · Newsletter · Book

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