Walked out under a bright crescent moon to see my first nightjar this season.

Silhouetted against a crystal clear cyan sky, sweeping over the meadow, jinking, twisting and turning -  out mothing in the gloaming.

Found another treasure this morning, attached to the old tin shed.

A perfectly formed paper thin abandoned hornets nest.

Crafted out of chewed wood; a pale brown, spun sphere

Double skinned with a tiny piece of hexagonal comb concealed in the roof.

No hornets spotted as yet this year.

Time to rescue the ancient Bramley Tree.

Layers of debris were removed from the base of the tree, leaving a protective barrier of mesh to avoid damage from sheep grazing.

Sitting there on the bark was a beautiful male stag beetle, brown and shiny like a glazed pretzel!