This afternoon, I was driving back from taking my Mum and an old family friend to the pub for lunch. I decided the return journey would be via a small back lane near Bewl Water, so that we could look at the primroses and 'wooden enemies' and try and spot some early purple orchids. This particular lane is very narrow, with passing places, and I was driving along slowly when we saw an odd-shaped 'thing' crossing the road a few yards ahead of us. I stopped the car level with where it had crossed and, for a few seconds, we watched a weasel struggling up the near vertical bank with a robin in its jaws before it disappeared through the hedge. It couldn't have been more than six feet from us. They are amazing little predators. Of course the ladies felt very sorry for the poor robin.
Burnt Ash
Burnt Ash