As I write I'm sitting in the tump hide on the edge of the lake.
I stayed overnight in the yurt, and was early to bed and early to rise, with just the wind for company.
I worked with a small group of children from Ashmead school yesterday, taking photographs and writing.
We had a good day - it was a real pleasure to see them becoming more and more absorbed in nature; in the place.
It has been a real pleasure to be here in evening and morning light, and to
watch and hear the birds - lots of lapwings and housemartins, the odd hobby and kite - and also to watch lolloping hares, and catch one of my favourite common-or-garden flowers, the campion, in its white and pink manifestations...
...as well as the much rarer white helleborine, which some field guides are surprised is doing so well here, I was told by Chris, the education managed, who was doing a survey of some of the flora here yesterday.
James Audubon once wrote: "If the bird and the book disagree, always believe the bird."
If the flower and the field guide disagree, we probably need to believe the flower.
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