1:01am: Tonight I sought the song of the nightingale. →[More:]Took the road east towards Goole and parked up in a nature reserve. Saw a hare, a partridge, a stag (with many, many antlers) and as the sun died away, the sound of the night jay, trilling out and then dying with a sound like an electrical noise maker running out of batteries. No nightingales, but somehow that didn't matter. The evening was perfect.