As I went to close the driveway gate in the pitch-dark this evening, I heard geese honking overhead. Lots and lots of geese. Lots and lots of honking. But I couldn’t see any of them. The natural world goes on, even when we aren’t watching.
To the Farm to see the new year in. Champagne and wine, nibbles, homemade crispy duck pancakes, and crêpes suzette. The most pancakey meal of my life, and typically excellent.
“…wonderfully droll, witty and entertaining… At their best Carter’s moorland walks and his meandering intellectual talk are part of a single, deeply coherent enterprise: a restless inquiry into the meaning of place and the nature of self.”
—Mark Cocker, author and naturalist
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