Watching me, watching you...

Another fine summer's day, and at least this time it's in May! Beltane, the alleged Celtic opening of summer, with festivals and fecundity and fire! In the damp misty early hours, Morris was committed on hilltops... but I fear I didn't sleep well in the camper and eventually woke bleary eyed around either thirty.

We headed off for another day at RSPB Arne before returning home. The small birds were still generally represented by interminable chiff chaffs, but we also spotted a whimbrel and several spoonbills, lots of four spot chasers, and - spectacularly lucky spot - a sand lizard (extra) in the shoreline debris.

This sika deer was so easy around people, it continued devouring gorse and heather even as we walked past, eventually disappearing into the furze to then look back and say 'tarra then'.

Having got home we've exercised our democratic mandate for the regional mayoral election... not that I have much enthusiasm for any of the candidates, but if you don't vote for the least nasty, the most nasty might get in and then where would we be?!