It’s been a weary place, plodding along through the soaked grass – bent to the inclement wind, when walking the beck of late – so thought I’d amuse myself with a heron sketch or three.


But now there are signs of life, with the first pair of Oyster Catchers returning on the 5th to keep the lonely Heron company.

He’s normally stood hopefully out in the meadows looking juicy morsels, as the river’s been bursting with thick muddy water and Rufus takes great delight in stalking him.
(I make many references to the beck throughout this blog, but I’ll just one common GeoTag link – and I promise not to overuse it!)