Good to be back
My first full day at Dungeness in this mini early-Spring break. As always it was a real pleasure to meet up again with my friends (some old and some not so old) and to once more lose myself to the feel and rhythm of the shingle. The light northerly went more westerly, the sun shone and the coolness of the day did have its warmer moments. A few Wheatears, Black Redstarts and Chiffchaffs trickled through and a mid-morning pulse of 20 Common Buzzards came in from the west (in ones, twos and threes) circled above the peninsula and headed northwards.
When it came to the end of the day, in a slowly dying light, it was a joy to wander across the beach just inland from the fishing boats. By now it was calm. A pair of Wheatears were opposite Jarman's, the male in full song, carrying across the honeyed shingle. This is one of my special places. It's good to be back.
When it came to the end of the day, in a slowly dying light, it was a joy to wander across the beach just inland from the fishing boats. By now it was calm. A pair of Wheatears were opposite Jarman's, the male in full song, carrying across the honeyed shingle. This is one of my special places. It's good to be back.
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