On a misty, murky morning before the sun burnt through I walked across Clifton Down. There wasn’t much bird life but I was interested in seeing the goats in The Gully. Originally there was a flock of 6 goats serving a useful purpose of nibbling away at the scrub (see full story); unfortunately there are only now 4 goats as 2 have been killed by dogs allowed into the enclosure. So sad.

The only interesting bird – a wren.

However, the blue (and white) bells, wood violets and yellow archangels cheered me up.