Today was quite a walk both in length and exertion - Cheddar gorge is quite a climb! I’d slept well as my 7am alarm woke me up - for the first time I’d not woken of my own accord. The usual routine followed minus tent and most of the packing - such a luxury. The view out to Glastonbury Tor is very special. Ready for the off, I heard the sound of summer - twittering of swallows or house martins whilst I did a final check that all was left tidy in the shepherd hut. A good night’s stay on top of a great evening catching up with Rollo. As I left, a couple of Heron flew over head with their rather prehistoric look and cry whilst a whitethroat called from the hedge as I walked down a green lane. As my 20:20 vision decreased through my fifties and into my sixties, and as my long distance walking has begun in earnest, I have come to learn to identify birds as much and more by their calls as by their appearance. Two apps I find invaluable are Chirp-o-matic and British Birds (Collins). I ne...