Back to the same bit of the reservoir… at first focussing on the grebes and their surroundings and feeling like I was entering into that more fully. So hot that it was beginning to get uncomfortable, crayons melting in the hand (good in some ways as they slip over the paper more easily). In the scrubby bit of woodland nearby woodpeckers being quite secretive or at least elusive. Song of chiffchaff, blackcap and wren almost ever present. Chaffinches fly catching and furtively visiting their nests. A Tawny owl high in a Scots pine looking down at me but too sleepy to bother moving.