Ran out to Hawton today then across to Farndon and through Willow Holt before the river.
Was delighted to see that although there's none in town, there's still a few swallows out in the country - a few at Hawton, a few more eating midges on the river by the power station as a Cormorant sat atop a post watching all the old gents fishing.
I was glad to see the swallows, in this cool summer it gives you hope you might have a last couple of warm days before the thermals come out!
Willow Holt has had a haircut, and as I was surprised to find as I ran in through the Wyke Lane end, a herd of brown cows have moved in to that field. They were surprised as hell too and went running off, before pausing to regroup and take a few unfrightened steps towards me.
Being a coward, I figured a quick burst of speed would avoid a savage harge by these terrifying beasts...I think I could have rested easy though.
In the wood by the river, a couple of biggish dragonflies still about, and by the river, I saw a peacock as well as plenty of whites. The cropped meadows mean no more gatekeeper or meadow brown though in the Holt.
Overall, a good run, but it was another drab grey green day and gives me unhappy thoughts of the days to come.