A lunchtime walk around the lanes. About 30 woodpigeons circling above the field at Nook Corner. This struck me as unusual. Or perhaps woodpigeons are something I usually subconsciously ignore as being, well, just woodpigeons.
Darwin would not be impressed: he was very much a pigeon man.
“…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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