foxgloves – Richard Carter

5 July 2020

A wet week.

Distracted by the bird-table.

A frosty walk.

A damp walk round the lanes.

A dreich day.

A walk in the rain to examine foxgloves.

A sticky spell.

August on the Dee Marshes and the Pennine Moors, including encounters with a bolshie pheasant, a practising peregrine, and a flirty wheatear.