Saturday, September 12, 2009
West Berkshire
We left the car park with at least a dozen house martins flying above us and headed up to Combe Gibbet. A wheatear flew across the path and down the field onto a bush.
Marsh tit was the best we could manage in Combe Wood, but the views as we descended to the village were compensation.
On the south side of Walbury Hill, low among the hawthorns, was an elusive redstart. A small tortoiseshell butterfly made a nice splash of colour, but was just as wary as the redstart.
