Whoosh!

It started this morning with the whoosh of wingbeats of a great flock of lapwings and starlings followed by a near miss of hundreds of golden plover (that sounded like a distant jet fighter).  

The day ended with the whoosh of Michael the Moorsman putting out the flames at sunset - a man who was having a fine day indeed. Exchanged a quick hello, took a few pics, pondered on the concept and headed on home.