Soon after moving to Somerset almost 20 years ago, I rode my bike down a bumpy drove, along which our ancestors took their livestock to graze on the damp, boggy fields of Tealham Moor. I remember seeing several whinchats, a late summer migrant whose presence suggested this was a special place.
Now it is even better, thanks to the appearance of a flooded area with muddy edges – perfect for waders as they head south.