The wanderer returns

This morning was one of those classic misty occasions when you peer out through the venetians at stupid o’clock and think to yourself, ‘there’s a Wheatear on my patch’. Unfortunately, I couldn’t make it out as I was still tweaking my book and needed the extra hours this morning.

Luckily, one of the Scrubbers made it down to the patch and clocked a fine male in the grassland. I’m out in the morning to see what I can find.