A walk on the Moor.
The fields have been mown in my absence.
A walk along the edge of the Dee Marshes.
A kestrel out early,
Distracted by nature.
Getting to know a place well means knowing what to look forward to, and appreciating when something unusual happens.
August on the Dee Marshes and the Pennine Moors, including encounters with a bolshie pheasant, a practising peregrine, and a flirty wheatear.