If you are looking for peace and quiet, don’t volunteer to work in the Lee Valley
It was 6.30am; I was in the middle of nowhere and I couldn’t hear myself think. The birdsong was extraordinary. It was if the birds knew we were on the cusp of BST and they were going to go for it. Wrens with their high velocity, high pitched call attacked me from areas low down among the broken trees of past storms. Above, high above, Chiffchaffs played out their relentless 'chiff-chaff' song as they moved around the bare tops of the trees. Elsewhere you could hear the gurgling of Blackcaps followed by the beautiful flute-like warble that came from somewhere deep in the hawthorn. A supporting cast of Robin, Chaffinch and Song Thrush all added to the cacophony around me. Made me smile. Chiffchaff, giving it some. Chaffinch Wren As is normal with me, I like to have a couple of hours walking around the Lee Valley Park to see what’s around (punters alway ask and we have a sightings board in the info centre that always looks better with something on it). I was su...