Well the Moss seemed not to be at all happy with my late arrival this morning and I found it difficult to explain to the sentry=like flock of lapwing and their pied wagtail lookout about a social distancing birthday party that had kept me up to an unusually late hour. Hence my delayed homage to this ever-changing, ever-beautiful landscape.

I stood out in the open when the first of the sky’s heavy showers pounded down from on high, took a few rain-spattered photos and, then, it seemed as if I was forgiven for I had happily took on board my dousing, the moss and I were again at one. It approved of our shared elemental moments of this mid-morn.

A touch of sun, as if I had been granted a smile of approval, brought out a tree sparrow, which posed quite happily outside its nesting area. It was time to move on.

The rain then shared its bounty with three young swallow and my camera, with both the camera and these resting birds wondering why I was singing in this rain, because it’s the ways of the Moss to enjoy whatever it may offer.

Some sunlit blue appeared and the young birds and I moved on…

The day then just flip-flopped between heavy rain and brilliant sunshine. A newly emerged black tailed skimmer (with one wing still not opened) closed this day in the wild for me. It had emerged in the sun to be battered down by the rain.

A helping hand into some cover and I bid farewell to my friend the, now placated, moss and all its wild glory.