Helmshore: late August

Helmshore: late August

Isn’t late summer glorious? I know we are supposed to love summer, but when you’re of Celtic heritage, heat and sun are not your friends. After the (frankly) unbearable heat and humid of the last 3 months, I am glad to return to cooler temperatures and the subtle shift into Autumn (my favourite season!).

Helmshore’s northern location means the autumn starts a few weeks before that in the south. The swallows were lining up to practice leaving on 7th August, and by this morning (20th), only a few stragglers remain.

Swallows getting ready to depart for Africa

The trees and hedgerows are laden with an abundant of berries, which I will be taking full advantage of come the weekend. I’m planning on crumbles, jellies and pickles seeing as I am home for the bank holiday.

Rowan tree in full fruit
Blackberries

Walking around Musbury in the mornings, the roe deer are gathering for the rut. This morning there were 6 in one field together, and a further 5 in the valley; listen out for the bellowing and clash of antlers as the bucks battle for dominance in the coming weeks.

Roe deer around the village

The ongoing crow vs peregrine aerial battle continues this morning; it’s been going on for weeks. I’m not sure the crows will ever catch the peregrine, but they were gamely attempting to see it off.

Crow vs peregrine

Whilst I was watching the battle, a buzzard leisurely flew down a gave me some good shots. a very pale example here; the range of colours you see in this bird are extensive.

Buzzard

I have also seen a fox for the first time in weeks! Unfortunately I had a split second to make a decision; get a great picture, or get a tighter hold of the dog. I opted for the second, resulting in a sharp fence, and a blurry fox!

A fence, with a fox

There is always next time!

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I’m Sal, a writer drawn to the quiet magic of the natural world. My blog gathers the moments that shape a week: the first light over the hills, the call of winter birds, a walk that becomes a memory. I write about landscapes, seasons, travel, and the gentle threads that connect us to place.

Most of these moments are shared with Pepper, my ever-enthusiastic companion, who reminds me daily that even the simplest walk can hold a little wonder. Together, we explore the magic tucked inside an ordinary life — the kind you only notice when you slow down, look closely, and let the world reveal itself one small moment at a time.

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