It was Wednesday, it was 7pm and what do we do on a Wednesday at 7pm? We walk!
So me and him did just that and who knew that two hours spent in a Dartmoor bog could be such a joy. As soon as we got out of the car we were greeted by Snipe drumming, apparently they do it with their tails.
Just a bit late to see the bluebells in all their glory but lots of other interesting flowers. Bogbean, milkworts, ragged robin, king cups, forget-me-not and lots of orchids.
The cuckoo accompanied us all the way. One ringed and christened Emsworthy spent his winter in the rainforest of the Democratic Republic of Congo - amazing! I think in my next life I'll come back as a cuckoo, no nest building, no child rearing and you get to spend the winter in the sun.
Sorry you couldn't join us but maybe next year.
Stella