To Willey – out via Darley (rhymes with rarely) and the Honeypot; back down the sunken lane behind Deancorner. Just short of five miles, and no-one else about (apart from a lost taxi driver). In the sky over the fields near Darley, swanee whistles are playing:
On the moor I saw a plover
And a curlew call her lover
“Pee-wit!” “Pee-wit!”
Spring shall surely come again
No curlews, but four or five lapwings wheeling and fluting. Wonderful – not a sound we hear often now. Made our day! (listen here Lapwing Bird Facts | RSPB)
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