After endless days of rain and overcast skies, today in southern Hampshire was beautiful. Blue skies, sunshine, mild temperatures, little breeze.
So I grabbed the chance and went for a walk in the New Forest. (For the benefit of those unfamiliar with it, the New Forest is not much like most people’s idea of a forest, but an ancient royal hunting ground with many open spaces.)
I have never known it quite so wet. There were large pools of water everywhere making progress difficult at times.
As for birds, what I hoped I might see were Hen Harrier and Great Grey Shrike. What I actually saw were Blue Tit and Carrion Crow. Nothing new about that, my now grown-up children might say, having been dragged reluctantly round the same walk when young, with equal birding success.