There were no midges around today but rather a lot of Horse Flies - this one is rubbing his hands in glee at the prospect of taking a bite into me.
If you enlarge this you can see he has pierced the material of my trousers. What he didn't know was that I had purposely rucked the material up so there was no skin underneath it. Curses, foiled again. Nevertheless, one of his mates got revenge on his behalf later in the day.
The skylarks sing virtually the whole day, sometimes parachuting down from high in the sky and at other times sitting on the numerous fence posts to sing their little hearts out.
Approaching Bayble Island on another evening stroll. This next lot of photos is out of sequence because I haven’t yet edited the photos from my four previous walks.
Bog Asphodel.
I must have been near an Oystercatchers nest or chicks because a few of them circled around me and piped away - obviously annoyed at my presence. Fortunately the ground is so treacherous (having old peat cuttings on it) that you have to look carefully before every step so there was no chance of treading on chicks or eggs.
Bayble Island - the end on view.
Shags, Razorbills, Guillemots, Black Guillemots, Fulmars and Kittiwakes all nest on these crags. I have left the two photos above large-scale so if you click on them you can see some of the birds better.
Coming out to check the lobster pots.
Razorbills floating around in the channel between Bayble Island and the headland.
This beautiful plant deserves a better name than Lousewort.
Looking across Bayble Bay in the early evening sunshine.
Bog Cotton was blowing in the force five wind. Fortunately that made it too breezy for the midges!
Cross-leaved Heath.
And the end of another evening ramble.
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