The lavender is heavy with bees. The bumble bees seem to be the first to rise in the morning, followed soon by the honey bees and finally any number of different butterflies.

Went swimming with newts. The lazy warm water was thick with living things. A single hawker made eye contact as he patrolled his territory.

Swallows chatter in conversation on the telegraph wires.

We have ducklings on our pond. Three dainty, speckled, fluffy chicks dabbling amongst the yellow flags.

Our Summer Solstice treat - watching the nightjars displaying at sunset over the heathland.

Stopped in our tracks by a large signal crayfish, standing his ground in the middle of the ford - pincers raised high, ready to take on any opponent!

Found a dead swan on the foreshore. So sad to see its solitary mate swimming alone in the shallows.

Cuckoo flowers mingle in the dark rushes like delicate lace.