Neither hide or hare

Things not quite as planned, the forecasted bright frosty morning was nothing of the sort. Instead a dead grey sky sucked the life out of the day. Not very inspiring, but we were determined to be ahead of the sparrow farts for a dawn watch of the hare bears and their boxing antics. Except that the hares had the best idea remaining hunkered down and out of sight - probably nursing hangovers from yesterdays cracking England match.

Not all was colourless though; a green woodpecker flashed it's acid yellow rump as it flew away from us, 300plus fieldfare graced the sheep fields and a cock sparrowhawk lead us along the lanes at Beacon Hill.

Oh well, back early to watch the Italians beat the French at rugby - not all bad then!

Hare bear leaping in in from last weeks sketchbook.