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When you see something several times a day it’s easy to become blasé about them. Bittern sightings have been going through the roof recently which led me to ask the question to colleagues, can you get blasé about bitterns? This was something I never thought I’d ask but I was...

Insomnia forced me from my bed at an ungodly hour and I was immediately aware of an eerie stillness without. Leaping forth with uncommon enthusiasm a peep through the curtains revealed a carpet of white and - unusually for Weymouth - it was a veritable pure wool shag pile of white rather than a tatty...