A glorious, autumnal day. Thought I'd better make the most of it and try out my newly re-waterproofed boots on the moor. Not that they received much of a test.
Heard a strange call as I stood admiring the view from the trig point. It turned out to be a small group of waders, flying high, flashing white they turning dark, as they turned to expose their undersides and turned back again. I fired off a quick photo for identification purposes: seven golden plovers, it turned out:
The moors are supposed to be well stocked with golden plovers, but this was only the second time I had seen them up here.
Then another surprise: a really late wheatear, hunting flies in the heather. Crazy! Didn't it realise that it should be well on its way to Africa by now?
Coming down from the moor, I was treated to a spectacular Jacob's ladder display over Stoodley Pike, and took lots and lots of photos. Wonderful!