Dear Freddie,
SEPTEMBER is a magical month: daylight hours gradually shorten and swallows, swifts and house martins perch on telephone wires ready for the long journey back to Africa. Heather is in the last throes of colour and moorland migrants that nest in the hills every summer – snipe, curlew, plovers, oystercatchers, wheatears and stonechats – return to their coastal wintering. Salmon move through to their upper beats, providing exciting back-end fishing, and on the first of the month partridge and wildfowl come into season.
