Apparently August happened recently, but I missed it. Ditto most of June and July. My poor blog has been badly neglected, for which I apologise. As work is currently not completely overwhelming I thought I would go birding today, and the forecast was very encouraging - it would be sunny, they said. They were in fact lying - it was cloudy, quite misty, rather cool and very still, and stayed that way for the four hours or so I spent at Sevenoaks Nature Reserve.
While I was photographing the various flowers I was aware of woodpeckers calling - a peal of laughter from a passing Green, and the insistent 'kick, kick' of a Great Spotted perched somewhere above. I moved around a bit and then saw it, sitting in a bare bit of a tall tree.
I went to Tyler hide but found little to inspire me there and didn't fancy continuing to Sutton hide, so I turned back and headed for good old Willow hide. There were two 'togs in situ already (not surprising - it's Kingfisher season) so I squeezed into the right-hand corner.
Britain's National Bird yet?
Two more birders arrived then, and because I was feeling unsociable and curmudgeonly, I left, and went down to one of the swims overlooking the north side of West Lake. Here I noticed a bunch of caddisflies dancing about over the sedges at the water's edge, and decided it would be fun (ie extremely frustrating and arm-achingly painful) to try to photograph them in flight.