February. It was cold. I had driven to Burrow Mump in Somerset to watch the sunrise over Southlake Moor and I had lost the feeling in my fingers and toes. But what an experience it was. Flock after flock of starlings made their way across the skies, a bittern flapped lethargically across the horizon and all the while Glastonbury Tor stood tall and magnificent across the frozen fields.
February 16, 2016