Where kestrels dare

There’s a gliding club on the Long Mynd but the true masters of the airspace above the Shropshire Hills are the kestrels. Atop the highest peak in Shropshire-Abdon Burf on the Brown Clee - I think I have the greatest view in the county. From the Clent Hills to Cader Idris, from the wilds of the Mynd to the urban skyline of Birmingham, I can see for 70 miles in every direction. I stand admiring it until a silhouette skirts the ground before me - a kestrel. Head into the wind it hovers, glides, swoops and soars, covering the slopes in a blink of an eye or hanging motionless, for an eternity defying the wind. On a hilltop you see kestrels as you rarely do from lower ground, at eye level, or even from above.

            The kestrel drops beyond the slope and I walk back. The top of the Clee is more of a plateau than a peak encompassing ponds, bogs and marshes. A reed bunting perches in a reed bed, its call non existent over the howling wind. Wagtails dart on the grass between the most powerful of gusts and crows walk rather than fly. A wheatear hops onto some quarried rocks-the Brown Clee was once heavily quarried and the scars, such as the ruined stone crushing plant, are still visible. Although there is an abundance of birds and a variety of them, they hug the ground: the wind is too strong for them, not one flies where the kestrels dare.