A walk on Stackpole Warren this pm - and back along the lakes - I was frozen to the spot by an unmistakeable sylvia
churr coming from a small gorse in the vicinity of Raming Hole It was feeding (and
churring) energetically in the depths of the bush - all I could see was gorse stems trembling, a shadow from the low sun, a flash of red - then it flew about 20 metres to a bramble patch on the opposite side of the fence, and then 50 metres to another patch nearer the sea. I lost it at this point.
