A dank damp day here in Frampton. A busy domestic day catching up on chores and admin. I went looking for migrants late afternoon-not a great success. I went to Saul Warth  right by the River on my bike. Sadly it resembled a desert apart from a few Rooks in the field nothing on the River apart from a vast expanse of mud! (picture below). Where are the Sand Martins and the Wheatears? I will keep looking!