Easter Sunday. At 17:03, an excited tweet from the writer Horatio Clare, who lives somewhere down in the valley below. He has just spotted his first pair of swallows of the year.
I rush out into the garden, determined not to go back inside until I have also broken my duck. Ten minutes later, I am suitably rewarded: a lone bird flying low above the front field. It is gone before I can focus my camera, but definitely a swallow!
The swallows are back! All the way from South Africa! All is right with the world. Well, perhaps not all, but one very important thing at least.
“…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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