Curlews first. A couple of weeks ago the guys from Med-El were back with us for another filming session, the last for several months; they are returning later this year for a “one year later” session and then we’re done. Nigel and I were sitting on the settee, talking about how things were going, three months after switch-on, when the subject of curlews came up. I don’t think that particular clip will get into the final version because Nigel said “have you heard curlews yet?” and I said “no, not yet”, which is not very thrilling for a film. But now I have.
This morning at 8.30 it was ferociously misty when Izzy and I set off for the moorland above our house. The higher we got the denser it became. So dense, in fact, that I missed one turning on the moor and we blundered off in quite the wrong direction for a while. And then I heard curlew, loud and clear. Continue reading