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  • Nature Notes

    Nights in Long Grass. Nights like these, I find it almost impossible to be a functioning member of the family. All I want to be is out. More often than not, we all go. June nights are intoxicating, romantic, sensual affairs full of birdsong, big moons, moths, long grass and wildflowers that scent the nocturnal […]

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  • Nature Notes

    Full Hawthorn; a Rook’s Wedding. Full hawthorn, and they are carting silage down the lanes. Against a sky blue-black as swallows, the thorn blossom is late and lovely. I love its strange, washday scent; all sweetness and ammonia – though Nan used to say it smelt of death and cat-piss and wouldn’t have it in […]

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