Performed my annual hour’s weeding. I’m beginning to think I might never get on top of the garden. So many different types of weeds taking over the rockery: nettles, ferns, goose-grass, willowherb, bindweed, thistles, brambles, stonecrop, ragwort, assorted grasses, and even a couple of silver birch saplings.
Demoralising. But it did give me a great idea for the next chapter of my book!
Outside at 22:45, looking for Comet Neowise. Still too much light in the sky. Enough light to silhouette the barn owl as it flew past, utterly silent, about five metres away.
Outside again, at midnight on the dot, looking once again for the comet. And there it was, hanging in the sky above Old Town Mill!
“…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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