He revealed some of his success secrets to the news (but don’t expect him to reveal his top destinations).
Graeme abruptly stops talking in the middle of a sentence and grabs the camera, which is permanently attached to a strap around his neck.
He crouches and focuses his long, camouflage-clad lens on a startling burst of movement in the ferns beside the walkway.
“I’m sure it’s a wren,” he says quietly.
On another day, he may set up a stool and sit there for a bit to watch if it returns, but we have other locations to investigate.
Over the last four years, Graeme has become something of an authority on birds, spending countless hours scouring his native Durham dales for the finest places to watch them.
Suddenly, the foliage stops fluttering and the chirping that accompanied it stops. The bird has definitely left, escaping Graeme’s Sony A1 camera.
