There were more pheasants wandering about than I have ever seen anywhere before, fascinatingly there were quite a few black ones, and the number killed on the roads was shocking. Hares were also plentiful, as of course were rabbits. We were woken every morning by birdsong, all of the usual birds but in much more abundance, the surprising thing here was the number of sparrows, as well as house sparrows there were even more tree sparrows with their dark cheek spot, and of course dunnocks, which are often mistakenly known as hedge sparrows. Overhead we saw kestrels and red kites plus great flocks of rooks.
The sea was not too far away and we visited it thrice during our stay. The waves and sea-washed pebbles were a joy, and on one occasion we saw an unusual looking goose tagging along with a pair of mallards on a stretch of grass overlooking the sea.
The trees stood out on road edges and field boundaries, often very ancient and always beautiful and eye-catching. At the base of one I saw some unusual funghi -- it was tiny, brown and looked like little cups. York was not so far away and one afternoon my daughter and I went to the city art gallery there to see David Hockney's tree picture -- it was enormous and made up of fifty canvases. We were both eager to see it, as it had been painted along the Warter road, very close to where my daughter lives. Afterwards, we drove along the said road and found and photographed the house and trees Mr. Hockney has immortalised, although from a different angle.
York was very beautiful to walk through, there were so many ancient buildings. We cut through the museum park, where there were some great ruins and a very friendly squirrel.
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