Reed bunting were all around us, and easier to photograph.
Seed-heads of cotton grass are so evocative. Fine threads of white had blown onto the budding flowers of cross-leaved heath. There were blood-red sundew lurking in the moss and leafy shrubs of bog myrtle.
Before we left, we spent a few moments watching last year's video footage of the nesting osprey- edited to appear as if the birds were constantly mating. Handsome birds they are.