Took friends to two of the @rspbminsmere.bsky.social hides yesterday. Told them chances of seeing Bitterns wasn't guaranteed. Saw three, in the open and within seconds of arriving. One bloke had been there three hours waiting to see one and we turn up and hey presto. Felt guilty* (*not too guilty.)

It's not just the wildlife that makes @rspbminsmere.bsky.social so special. It just looks wonderful.

The maternity wing of our garden has produced quads.

It's not the coolest, I know but David Essex lived behind a mate's house and, aged 9 or 10, we used to kick the ball over the fence into his garden in the hope of seeing him. And when this came out a couple of years later I was still too young to see the film but had enough pocket money for the LP.

80 years ago. The man on the left is my uncle Sammy Treforest, pictured at Sam's Canteen, Belsen, set up to help feed survivors, one of whom was Edda, a Polish woman who had survived both Auschwitz and Belsen. Sammy and Edda married. Google them for videos of them telling their stories.

FFS.

Every year, around this time, we wait for a Bullfinch to turn up in the garden - sometimes one, occasionally a pair or two, and usually just for a day. Here's this year's fella. @rspbminsmere.bsky.social

Well East Coast dawns are hip, I really dig the styles they wear. Dunwich daybreak.

I thought he'd changed his name to Matt Hampson - in which case everybody should start calling him Mat just to annoy him. But it's a charity t-shirt he just threw on that morning, and not in any way a subtle way of telling us about how much good work he does for charity, oh no. #greg

Picture of you on a boat.

Realistic heir.