A glorious March day finds if wandering on the Eastern moorland .The day is truly lovely with a warmth in the sun . The highlight of the day was finding a sunbathing Adder by the side of path .What a beautiful creature he was. He was certainly sleepy but once aware of us the snake casually slipped away into the undergrowth.A wonderful gift. We were making our way back commenting on the lack of bird life when almost out of nowhere a Hen Harrier flushed a lark (?) into the air and proceeded to catch him in mid flight. Absolutely amazing. The hawk took his prey to ground before flying overhead his catch clearly visible in his talons. Our day was capped by a pair of beautiful Ravens , their glossy plumage glistening in the afternoon sunlight, landing close by, unconcerned by our presence. Tea and flapjack with a great view rounded things off perfectly!
Listening : Pefkin/Bell Lungs
Another glorious day. The ancient is calling . Minninglow . The sun is warm and the ancient site awaits . Breathe in the air ,the views are spectacular and we have fun creating an offering to the spirits of place. Sue spots a Buzzard so high it is almost out of site .He or She is joined by a partner and they mew to each other high above.It is hard to leave such a special place on a day like today. Just as we are moving off the familiar “cronk” of a Raven .Not one but two .They bless us by flopping and swooping ,their strange noises echoing down to us.They head off South West and we follow.
Listening : Piblokto “colourless fields”
After a period of very inclement weather March delivers the goods. Lathkill is glorious.The river is full,flowing freely ,the first time in ages there is enough water to bypass the old mine workings that cause the river to almost dry up in summer.Tufted Ducks ,goosanders ,swans ,mallards coots ,moorhens and dippers.Everything is alive. The sky is blue ,the sun is warm dappling through the still bare branches. At Bateman’s House we relax in the tranquility. The ghosts of old miners can be heard in the underground stream as it gurgles away through the ancient underground caverns. We can hear buzzards somewhere then they appear swirling above the trees mewing to each other. Happiness ? You can’t buy this feeling of belonging . Still and peaceful with just the sounds of Spring for company. Thank you.
Listening : Pefkin “liminal rites