But don't let the blurb put you off! Baker touches on the inscape of the peregrine, and writes beautifully. Here he is on the subject of the Essex mud:
"All day the low clouds lay above the marshes and thin rain drifted in from the sea. Mud was deep in the lanes and along the sea-wall; thick ochre mud, like paint; oozing glutinous mud that seemed to sprout on the marsh, like fungus; octopus mud that clutched and clung and squelched and sucked; slippery mud, smooth and treacherous as oil; mud stagnant; mud evil; mud in the clothes, in the hair, in the eyes; mud to the bone."Coincidentally, peregrines are nesting up high on a Worcester spire. It is a regular spot, and nest cams are installed. So of course there is a website, and activity updates on Facebook.
At about 4pm, a kestrel crossed the cut and hovered briefly near the pond, before gliding east over the farmland. It seemed to shine golden even in the greyness of the afternoon.