The right way round

I walked around the Heribusta lane a few days ago. This afternoon I’m doing it in reverse – clockwise, the right way round with a moorland “extra”. Once again, other than the museum and Flora’s grave, the place is deserted – the moor even more so – it’s desolate. Almost… There are the inevitable sheep, and once again a cuckoo and some curlews. There’s a bonus – the swanee whistle tooting of three lapwings, flopping* around just above me – a good note to end on. Tomorrow we’re heading south.

*a better description of their flight than “flapping”?