Newark...

After a day writing yesterday, I headed down the A1 in torrential rain. I parked up by the River Trent in Newark, next to a barge that’s now a pub. A couple of beers, a pepperoni pizza and ten yards walk back to the van: not bad for a Monday night.

Licensed yesterday: a couple of birders at Westleton Heath, Suffolk, in May. If I recall right, five minutes after I took this shot, I saw (rather than heard) my first nightingale, and heard (rather than saw) the soft purring of turtle doves...