The last time I can remember seeing House Martins nesting was at Primary school. But, today I saw them again, when Sa and I went to Rufford Abbey. The rate that the parents were bringing food was huge – there must have been a delivery every 30-60 seconds!
Despite being basically a ruin, Rufford was fascinating – most on seeing just how much care was lavished on it when it was built. For example, does anyone have a hip end or rainwater downpipe hopper on their roof that is as good as these that were on the carriage shed …
For interest, this is what’s left of the main house after mining subsidence, dry rot, death duties and general neglect – quite sad :-
More photos here