Wolves Wild

On the roof of one of the shops in Bridgnorth’s Low Town, stonecrop thriving in the guttering.

East Castle Street in Bridgnorth has some showcase front gardens. These poppies were growing on the pavement in front of one of the houses which doesn’t have a front garden, escapees.

A herring gull looking down, apparently pensively, as it stood on the ridge of a house roof in Rye Harbour.

A poppy flowering in Bridgnorth Town Park. I was standing on Castle Walk, which is several feet lower than the park. By poking my camera through the park railings, I was able to picture the flower at its own level with out needing to bend down.

A young blackbird investigating a patch of ground in Bridgnorth Town Park where wood chip mulch spread under bushes has been disturbed, leaving bare soil.

Without any landmarks as clues, this kestrel could be hovering just about anywhere. In fact, it was over Rye Harbour. Its vantage point probably gave it views over parts of the village itself, the holiday village with its rows of static caravans, and stretches of the nature reserve.