My regular trips to the hare field have become more about peace, quiet and reflection rather than photography. 
I've decided to 'just go with the flow' and not worry too much if I don't have a blip at the end of the day.
After all, it was hunting for a blip that landed me in the mire a few of nights ago.
Wednesday (only just posting this now)was one of those evenings where I felt I made every effort to find something blip worthy. I walked the entire perimeter of all the fields without so much as a glimpse of anything.
Even the sunset was a very bland affair.

This wren however, was making it's presence heard as I parked by the farm gate. Turns out it was the only shot of the day.