A journey among birds.
We’re nearing peak moulting season.
A dead swallow.
Dinner with a friend, and a Dee sunset.
A walk on the Moor.
An entirely fictional Caught by the River event.
The fields have been mown in my absence.
A visit to Burton Mere.
A walk in the rain to examine foxgloves.
A topaz treasure, and suppressed claustrophobic memories.