The sky was overcast with smirr – thanks to Robert Macfarlane and his ‘word of the day’ on Twitter for this word.
Smirr is fine, drifting rain, so light as to seem mist- or smoke-like, but which coats evenly & drenches quickly, and that is exactly what the weather was doing as we head down to Farmoor.
As we drove down to the reservoir there wasn’t much rain on the windscreen but it was as if the clouds were reaching down to the ground.
We even pulled up in the car park, sat in the car deciding whether we should just go home. In the end we thought we would walk around for a while seeing how we were there anyway.
It was definitely wetter than we thought, so after a quick walk up the Causeway we sat in the hide for half an hour watching 20 plus House Martins patrol up and down, sometimes coming so close I thought they would fly straight in through the hide window.
We didn’t come across the Little Stint or the Grey Phalarope but did see a leucistic coot.
Back home by late afternoon the sun had come out and so did the dragonflies