Donning wellies and waterproofs before heading out this morning, a dark gloomy September morning spreads across the park. The rain is a constant companion as I make my way along the top of light house field, the constant pitter patter of rain hitting my hood rather soothing, though it does stop me form being able to hear the birds.
The last remaining Ragwort in flower stands out as the bright yellow flower heads stick up above the grass. Knapweed adds splashes of deep purple to the landscape brightening an otherwise dull morning. Overhead a Raven emerges from the gloom soaring past overhead, calling as it passes.
On the ridge of field 10 some of the Hereford Cattle happily graze, after being moved yesterday by the volunteers. As they emerged from their previous home yesterday, they were overjoyed to see silage bails and immediately ran over to them, using their heads to roll them across the field like a dog chasing a ball. When they had eventually has enough off playing with the bails, they were quite happy to move to there new home in 10.
Bulbus Thistles now gone to seed are very architectural as they stand proud over the grass. The seed heads glisten slightly with the rain coating them. I pass Brambles bushes laden in blackberries, the branches sag under the weight of the berries and the rain as they try to hold the berries aloft to entice birds to come eat them.
A few remaining Wild Carrots can be seen still in flower while the rest have gone to seed. They turn slightly purple and curl in of themselves as they go over.