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  • Nature Notes

    Signifying Nothing: The Boy, the Fox and Macbeth. Pic by kind permission, Janet Taylor. A few weeks ago, with the hawthorn in full, flowering waterfalls, my youngest daughter and I sat out to watch six, six-week-old fox cubs playing in the old badger sett they were living in. The dog fox and vixen were off […]

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  • Nature Notes

    A Midsummer Night’s Trespass. Midsummer. And after a day of heavy showers, all is glistening. The long grass is a heathered haze of flowering Yorkshire fog. My boots and jeans are already soaked through and the grass pollen has made lichen-green smears across my knees. There is a certain euphoria felt, running out into a […]

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