I was at Cors Caron this morning and a gropper was singing in full view right by the bog boardwalk. Going anticlockwise it was on a section passed the first large pools in a scrubby reedy area about 150 yards before the turnoff for the bog hide and almost drowned out by sedge warblers and reed buntings. I'd gone there hoping for cuckoos and hobbies but clearly I should have been at Pont Einon!
Eryl Selly