I've said before how much I like being in bird hides. As I write this it is 14.35 and I'm in the Mere Heath hide on the Shapwick NNR. To get here I crossed the River Brue, strictly speaking a drain. There's some ducks and shorthorn cattle on the right bank. Otherwise it's a quiet Saturday on the Somerset Levels. Julie's walking on to Ham Wall and will fetch me on the way back. Hides though have a very relaxing atmosphere (normally), which I love.
They also have a sightings book, this one has a joke, from August. Whoever wrote it needs a new 'hobby' and a 'tern' in an old fashioned music hall.
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