The calm after the storm, before the storm
Few hours on the saw, opening up another ride, and building up a bit of winter habitat, few new spots for the woodcock to get tucked in, and got a few hedge sparrows making use of the dead hedges
It's the nostalgia you see, every year as late summer merges into early autumn, the clamour of the geese above the fat pastures, and the prospect of an improved meat to rusk ratio of my Norfolk Bronze turkey twizzler sideline, encouraged along with a steady neck oiling of raisin and bean wine