This Rural Life

Armed with nothing but a flask of tea, a homemade cinnamon muffin and my trusty digital recorder, I made for the Bluebell Woods. I had hoped to experience a British dawn chorus at its best and I wasn't disappointed.  Feel free to join me from the off for some pre-chorus prattle and again at the end for some closing jabber. But the stuff to savour happens when I hand over sole control of the mic to the birds from minute 5 to minute 37. OMFG. Lush tings.