It’s grey with patches of drizzle as we set out from Dell Quay towards Copperas. The wind has found it’s

form again after so it appears chilly even though the temperature is in double figures. Most of the standing water has drained away although the mud remains as sticky as ever.

In the area of set aside are patches of white that I thought were remnants of the Campion that was so widespread earlier in the year. In one or two places it wasn’t white but Lilac so I checked it out. It seems to be Raphanus Raphanistrum,  or more commonly, wild radish. This would make sense as it’s there to provide cover and food for as long as possible. 

In the Copse some kind souls have been busy thinning out the undergrowth, leaving plenty of material around for insects and fungi. This pile of logs sets an autumnal feel to the path as it winds around the trees that have few leaves on them now. Further on the coppice has also been thinned out, piles of trimmings showing where the poles had been cut.

As is often the case, large numbers of Brent were in the middle of the field, it was breakfast time after all. Bonnie avoided them as she knows what they are and

knows not to annoy them. However a crow was particularly noisy so she couldn’t resist frightening it away oblivious to the geese. As one, they all lifted off together filling the sky with flapping wings. As if accepting that they didn’t really need to move they dropped down in the harbour nearby after only a few wingbeats. They made their annoyance clearly known by croaking loudly, much to the annoyance of a fisherman nearby in a boat. We apologised and moved on.