An overcast grey morning, though still pleasantly warm. Heading out through the meadows, I notice how laden with blackberries the Bramble bushes are all waiting to ripen. Heading into south field, the edges of the path are lined with Red Bartsia. While Wild Carrot’s large white flower heads are easily seen, with some of them now turning a deep purple colour and furling in on themselves as they go to seed. The lime green stems of Wild Parsnip tower over the surrounding plants, some now turning brown as they go over.
Looking for Autum Ladies Tresses in the hay rake quar, I come across a smattering off Oxeye Daises still in flower even if the are looking a little battered. Pale purple Field Scabious and pale pink Restharrow can also be seen in flower. Finding some Autumn Ladies Tresses, its flowers spiral up the stem, though the bottom ones are starting to go over. Further along the path, by the gate the right-hand side seems to have been taken over by Bristly Oxtongue, bright yellow flowers swaying gently in the breeze.
In the next meadow a solitary Meadow Brown Butterfly, flutters past before ducking down into the cover of the long grass. Field Vetch creeps in way around the bottom of the long grass, bright purple trumpet like flowers catching the eye. Over head a small flock of Goldfinch bob along chattering between themselves as they pass.
Walking through the top of field 6, I stop to watch some more Goldfinch flit about a tree, a Chiffchaff joins them in their crowded tree. A Great Tit also joins the chaos of the flittering Goldfinch flock, before it decides the chaos is to much and flies off.
A Kestrel hovers over the gully, while tow more perch in the bottom mile marker. The two resting Kestrels take flight and are replaced with a Raven who sits on the very top and calls at the top of its lungs.