Less than ideal conditions for the slog up The Downs with Dad under threatening grey skies with a stiff southwesterly blowing. Despite the dry spring, there was a good display of burnt orchids poking up from the downland turf, always a delight to see. Also a pair of ravens tumbling in the breeze, a singing corn bunting and a lone Adonis blue. Less welcome were the large number of ticks that we were constantly brushing off our boots and clothes.
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