Despite living amongst the towering, magnificent mountain ranges and vast chasms of Suffolk, the only place we get Peregrins is on the cooling towers of the sugar factory in Bury St. Edmunds & on the hideous BT carbuncle near Ipswich. We do, however, get lots of Kestrels and those bullet-like assassins that are Sparrowhawks. The latter come hurtling down our side hedge, nip over by the bird tables, and snatch collar doves in the blink of an eye, leaving behind a cloud of feathers.
Numbers of Buzzards are increasing and as a result, the hare population took a bit of a dive for a couple of years, but the latter have now learned to stick to the edges of the fields, rather than dash around in the open. I did spot a Red Kite only a few miles away the other day, so hopefully, they'll soon be drifting around our local skies. They do make the most peculiar noise though.