Bestwood Country Park.
The Winding Wheel under restoration.
Seeing as the kids weren't going to take me out somewhere nice on Fathers Day, baah baah, we thought we'd spend the day on top of a slag heap, as you do. Well not an ordinary slag heap mind. This slag heap makes up part of the park. The slag heap being transformed long since any coal had been brought to the surface. It now being a beautiful meadowed hillock, partly clothed in immature woodland and affording views for miles around. The winding wheel that you see above is being restored and will be open to tbe public next year. Our walk took us around the slopes to the top, where larks and meadow pipits were everywhere and in full voice.
Orhids and other wild flowers are everywhere.
Prior to entering the woods when we reached Warren Hill we heard the distinstive song of the Chiff Chaff. After spending some time looking for it we spotted it atop a tree some way off. There was very little to see after that apart from the endless flights of the swift accompanied by Swallow and House Martins. Another Chiff Chaff sighting completed the day. We have started to take in the butterflies and moths now since the bird sightings have declined. And the butterfly of the day was the Small Tortoiseshell. Three other types we saw we couldn't find in our book. Here we go again! Is it just us who keep finding these unidentified species or what? Or is it the book of Madagascan Moths we bought?
The power station is always there.
Chiff Chaff, Skylark, Meadow Pipit, Swallow, Swift, House Martin, LTT.
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