We had to hurry down the path as a Curlew was frantically giving it’s alarm call from a nearby stone wall – I presume there were young birds in the uncut grass.
Another in my occasional series on stiles (well, it seems to be developing into a series).
In hindsight, I think I would have liked to have got a bit more in the foreground, to give a greater sense of moving from something ‘industrial’ so something more natural.