Just managed to nip out for an hour or so this evening on the basis that the light was lovely. The Flats were crawling with people, with more than a fair share of freaks and weirdos. A man in a string leotard was, er, interesting, a steamy photoshoot was going on in Centre Copse, Model planes were being flown, footballers were everywhere, and a man rode his large motorbike through the brickpits and down the slope. Busy in other words. And of course God only knows what was going on inside Long Wood, but a lot of people were on the periphery including Jesus serenading a topless ladyfriend with a guitar. I did read somewhere recently that it was a good time of year for vagrant boobies, but I thought that was in Sussex. Anyway, I met a couple of birders I didn't recognise, one of whom felt moved to comment that there were quite a lot of unusual people around......that there were, that there were.
I am one in fact, because rather than attempt to photograph Jesus's friend or whatever was happening in Centre Copse with my extremely large camera, I wandered straight past all this fascinating activity and along the Ditch of Despair. At the end of the Ditch of Despair were two Wheatears, and whilst I have many photos of Wheatears already and no photos of semi-naked guitarists and their entourages, I proceeded to add to the former as that's what floats my boat.