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Nature Notes
A Windmill for Kites. On the last morning of my 49th year, I woke to the cuckoo calling loudly through the open window, from Nightingales Wood. I dreamt his first woodwind notes, before I realised they were real. The year before last, he didn’t come at all – and I feared that would be it. […]
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Nature Notes
Summer’s Gone It’s been a strange summer. In a last hurrah, we try ticking off some of the ‘Things we’d like to do over the Summer Holidays’ list. On Wiltshire’s great plains, Avebury’s standing stones shone with running water and Cherhill’s white horse cried over the harvest. Everything was at a standstill. The combines dripped […]