Monday, October 31, 2016
The moors were brown, and dreary with rain; but a distant ringtail hen harrier hunting low over the grass and heather brightened my day.
It was, however, well camouflaged. Trying to follow it through bins, I cursed the poor light and then realised it wasn't going to get any better. Now that the clocks have gone back, afternoons will feel very short.
// posted by Christine @ 1:01 PM 
