Pett Level

A typical early September morning, with warm sunshine falling on crimson hedgerows, tracks through the dew and hirundines fluttering in a Wedgwood sky. A few Meadow Pipits going over and my first Siskins of the autumn.
Once upon a time, it was necessary to walk to Winchelsea to find a Nuthatch, but now at least one seems settled on Chick Hill, while Treecreepers were calling from two places on the edge of the marsh.

As I arrived on the sea wall, I discovered that a film unit was keeping an eye on the beach. Read the rest of this entry »
