Sunday, 16 August 2009

The year is turning

I went on a walk round the village after dark this evening. It was cool enough to wear a zipped up jacket. The air smelt of cut grass and had a tiny nip in it. I was buzzed by a bat. I don't hear that well, but it was remarkably still and silent, no cars, no sirens, no shouts, no-one drumming, no sheep or cattle noises at all.

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