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Nature Notes
Winter Gold. The ninety-acre field could be a bleak prospect. High and exposed, it can appear a vast expanse of tilled mud: six-inch high rape leaves, little else. Squally showers come on biting gusts, shaking the new leaves to silver with a loud pattering. The mud is heavy on our boots. It seems an incredible, […]
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Nature Notes
Chalk Percolated Rain, and Rain Birds There is, at last, a hardening; a crust to the mud of landrover tracks, to the pocks of hoof and boot prints. There is still a thigh burning pull through gateways and wetter places. But suddenly, we are talking about harrowing and rolling. The winter rain’s pond in the […]
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Nature Notes
Dusking. When the clocks fell back, I spent a day revelling in a gifted hour – and the surprise that I wasn’t late for everything. But it was a brief deceit that soon caught up and overtook me. In this twilight of the year it seems fitting that we go ‘dusking’ in the unspecified hour […]