Waiting for marsh harriers ...

The birdwatchers spoke softly to each other, gazing into silent worlds through their binocculars - 

The hide looked like a shepherd's hut, shaded by slender trees - 

I sat next to Penny, holding my tweed cap in my hands - 

Dead trees with branches the colour of bone overlooked a meadow - 

Blue water glittered amongst man high reeds - 

A woman wearing a green waxed jacket said the ospreys visit those dead trees - 

A man with a keen brow said you have to be patient waiting for marsh harriers -  

11.30

Monday 28 September 2015

Arne 

Purbeck 

Dorset