Newtown is such a special place. The combination of ancient woodland, meadowland, salt marshes and bird spotting possibilities make it a very busy spot. It’s not far from our home, so we visit often. To really appreciate a place though, I do love to be in it alone.
A recent adventure uncovered a hidden gem. Through the woods and across some fields, I discovered another hide, further down the creek from the main attractions. The hide itself is down a crumbling raised path, who knows how long it will survive. We’re a hilly island in general, but Newtown is gloriously flat; water, marsh and sky extending all around. There wasn’t much bird life around, save the seagulls and some corvids, but one little fella stayed still long enough to say hello.
However well you know a place, further effort and exploration is always justified. Tiny corners and new perspectives can always be found, often away from the crowds.