One reason to look forward to the long drive up to Loughborough is the certainty that I will see a red kite somewhere on the journey. The sat nav wants me to take the Old North Road but I stubbornly stick to the A47. Two contrasting rivers, the cabbages and pads of the Nene and the infant Welland, miles away from ponderous bream and maruding seals.
And what I came down off the road for, wheeling over the sheep in front of the watering hole of the well heeled, the Royal Oak in Doddington. Only have a standard kit 18-52mm on the Nikon so these kite can't be seen in their full, rufous, fork tailed majesty. Distinctive call, several stops above the rather mealy buzzard mewing.