Long seed-capsules of greater willow-herb split to release parachute seeds drifting away on the lightest breeze. Codlings and cream the flower is called- codlings, rosy-pink apples.
Butterflies all about us as we walked. Maybe speckled wood, maybe not.
From Grizedale Hide we looked across the water, across the reed- beds eager to see marsh harrier, as we often do. There was a sudden kerfuffle, a raptor being mobbed high above the hide and quickly out of sight. I glimpsed the underside of a bird with long-fingered wings, tail spread- like a red kite. Were its legs trailing, like an osprey? Going for an impossible photograph I saw even less. I can't be sure. The sightings board in the RSPB reception centre lists recent sightings of marsh harrier and of osprey, with possible red kite. Sometimes being unsure is the challenge and the fun.
From Morecambe Hide we watched black-tailed godwit and made out more distant redshank, greenshank and dunlin. The plaintive call of lapwing rose from a sand-spit where they gathered.