My least favourite night of the year, as the local beaches are descended upon by hoards of party goers who. barring a few, leave their rubbish behind, creating an apocalyptic scenario as the Sun comes up. I avoid the beach during the Summer months, and especially on the night of June 23rd. People also venture up the hill with plastic beakers, bags of ice and bottles of spirits and mixers. How do I know? I hear you ask. Unfortunately, the revellers never seem to twig on that plastic bags can be used for rubbish too. Today I filled three carriers with assorted plastic, beer cans and pizza boxes.

One of the adult Ravens and it’s offspring where sat calmly on the wall as we made our way out this morning. The adult has a damaged wing, but has no problem flying. The light wasn’t great for photography but the residents were posing beautifully.

A Hoopoe flew up and over the ramparts. Probably the same bird I saw yesterday. Much quicker than I with the camera, unlike the Spotted Flycatchers, which are everywhere it seems. This one was performing it’s typical wing fluttering performance while chirping away just a few feet away.

It has warmed up significantly and the changeable weather earlier in the week has been replaced by unbroken blue skies and warm breezes. The hill has quietened down and there is not much to report. Our Turtle Dove keeps purring but I have failed miserably to find an angle to take a snap. There is always another tree in the way, whichever angle you come from. Billy feels at home on the hill and I let him roam around in some areas. His little legs mean he is not a threat to the wildlife.