Tuesday, June 07, 2016
A walk up the quarry road in hot sunshine brought no dragonflies and no butterflies. Where I turned for home a tree pipit was displaying, and I sat in the heather and watched and listened to him for about fifteen minutes.
Beyond the higher quarry and the river, dark dots on the bracken-clad slopes were teenagers, probably doing Duke of Edinburgh Award Scheme stuff.
Dark clouds were moving in from the south, slowly eating up the blue sky; and mindful of the recent lightning strikes on the continent, I set off for home.
A couple of deep rumbles of thunder came when I was opposite the lower quarry, and Greger phoned to say he would come and get me. In the end, there was no storm and only a small shower of rain, but the lift home from the walkers' car park was still welcome.
// posted by Christine @ 3:17 PM 
