A Gloomy Place

Gills Lap on Ashdown Forest is beaten with rain and low cloud hugs the hills; the ground is black, waterlogged and cold.  There is no wintering great grey shrike sitting high on a lookout, just a handful of fieldfares laughing in its place then drifting across the heath.  A passing peregrine sends the chaffinches into aContinue reading “A Gloomy Place”