Brown Clee.

A damp but mild climb to Clee Burf where we were rewarded with a Cuckoo calling through the mist. Onwards and we passed the lake where a German plane came crashing down, the surrounding area was Willow Warbler heaven.
6 miles later and we watched a Red Kite and a Buzzard quarrelling on the edge of the copse.
A lovely meal was enjoyed at The Three Horseshoes before the return home via the Wye Valley where we saw our first Swifts of the Year.