The fields were dry enough this morning to allow me to walk the machine tracks without accumulating too much mud. The brightness faded to dull grey with a rather cold and gusty, easterly wind. Several groups of keen cyclists passed going in opposite directions. I managed to snap most of the largest group, of about twenty riders, across the corner of a field after they had made a sharp right turn. An 8-wheeled, balloon tired, forestry machine was tidying branches on the other side of a hilly field. Silent plumes of blue smoke rose from its exhaust stack as its long arm wrestled with a tree. Too far away for a decent shot.[With a camera of course.]
It is good to see the Wagtails back in increasing numbers. I presume they are migrators because I haven't seen many this year as yet. One was a regular visitor to the ridge of our house roof over several years. Finally, rather a ruddy wren was bombing about in the hedge as I arrived home.