Saturday, June 04, 2011
From the wet, windy, rocky heights of a Scottish hill to the dry, chalky (but also windy) heights of the English downs!
And if these tended sweeps of country seemed relatively tame a feel of the wild came from the thrilling music of curlews, which at one point seemed all around us.
Elsewhere, a Montagu's harrier followed the skyline, a brilliant yellow wagtail flew "swee"-ing into the crop and a quail sang unseen from barley. An 11-mile walk that left us quite exhausted. // posted by Christine @ 3:24 PM 
