a weekend walk in october

At Fen Drayton Lakes,  a kestrel perched in a dead tree, very close. It flew down and mobbed a crow who looked mildly annoyed and squawked in protest. I saw it later, hunting over marshy land by one of the lakes

A pair of swan, crested grebes, terns, and shovelers and widgeon among the many coots who gather here. Cormorants, herons and a little egret too...

… and a treefull of goldfinches in one of the wide walks full of autumn colour












It may be that, in a hundred years, the ambition of every sensitive man will be the tranquillity of a hermit's cell
William Golding