The meadows are full of wildflowers and grasses wafting in the very gentle breeze, a shimmer of browns, greens, yellows, whites and purples.
The mass of yellow flowers included the bright erect Dyer’s Greenweed with dark green foliage, the pale Hay Rattle, a few splodges of Bird’s Foot Trefoil and the round golden Rough Hawkbit.
While looking at a small area a Small Skipper landed on a Red Clover flower, this bright orange butterfly then unfurled its long proboscis and stabbed it into the heart of each of the furled petals with amazing accuracy.
Fluttering in the same area a variety of other butterflies including the black and white Marbled White and the two-tone Meadow Brown. Later two Common Blues danced in front of me disturbing a Small Tortoiseshell from the top of a large Yellow Meadow Ant hill.
Wandering across the Wild Carrot heads was a Soldier Beetle, these long orange animals crawling around the nectar laden flowers.
Overhead the song of a Skylark pierced the sky, this tiny brown dot eventually lowering itself so I could watch the delicate wing movements.
In amongst the range of grasses Cocksfoot, Tor Grass, Yorkshire Fog, Tall Fescue, Meadow Barley and the jangly Quaking Grass were the red and black Six-spot Burnet Moths.
Standing in the middle of the grasses was a Roe Deer, this male with small prongs poking out of his forehead.
A Kestrel quartered across the area, the sun occasionally catching the red back as it swerved.
In the dusk last night a Tawny Owl floated around the sky, the flat face and broad wings showing against the dark sky – amazing to watch.