Nightjars and Wildflowers - Summer in the Quantock Hills

So how would you choose to spend a Friday evening? In the pub? Maybe watching TV? I, along with about a dozen others, chose to spend our Friday evening in the Quantock Hills searching for the mysterious nightjar. The walk was organised by Peter Baker, of Durborough Farm, near Aisholt, and we set off just before dusk on a warm, still evening. After walking a mile or so, we settled down on the hillside and in silence, sat and waited… and waited. For a while it seemed all we would find was midges, but then a dozen or so red deer on the opposite hill side lifted our spirits. As night fell, the main attraction started as the nightjars began calling, or churring as it's known. Sat in the dark in

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