We’re on holiday in North Norfolk, a place known for its hares. We have been here several days and not seen one despite stopping at nearly every big, recently harvested field.
Then when we were doing a mundane, none wildlife spotting thing – we went shopping – we saw it dash across the lane in front of us.
That afternoon we went back on foot with telescope, binos and camera at the ready, not expecting to find a thing. But there, bold as brass nibbling at the new shoots was our hare.
Martin R Stone 