Waymills

I went for a walk round the back of the estate this afternoon and looked at that stretch of the brook. In the section where I saw a vole last year there were a lot of burrows, but no other obvious signs; then again, it had been pouring down most of the day, so footprints and latrines would have been washed away.

It's a beautiful area, teeming with wildife. While I was walking I saw a charm of goldfinches, some long-tailed tits and a tree creeper. Oh, and that ubiquitous beast, a Tesco trolley.