Saturday 16.04.2011

Right back into roamin` in the gloamin`, hopefully until the autumn now. Dog and I set off after eight this evening with a pale nearly full moon sailing between grey clouds as the sun disappeared in a short sharp burst of crimson on the opposite horizon.
The rooks lifted with a clamour as we approached their copse but then hung in the air as if they`d forgotten what had alarmed them and were simply enjoying one last glide around.

Shapes became more starkly outlined as the light faded,the moon grew larger,a solitary bat darted between the trees in front of us and a curlew gave its fluting call somewhere over the top field. It really doesn`t get much better than that.