Yesterday evening, 18th April, went down to the orchard where I’m levelling out a piece of ground in preparation for a large polytunnel.
It’s a job that’ll take ages because the earth is sodden (due to all the rain we get.)
Anyway, I was lighting a fire in the studio stove and had to empty the previous day’s ashes and I thought where better than on the ground for the polytunnel?
Well I got down there and disturbed a young Irish hare which immediately flew off at great speed. How I love those gentle timid creatures. And can they run!
I cannot understand how some men can be so cruel and barbaric as to send their dogs after them…
And as I was walking back to the studio I heard the voice of a cuckoo calling in the distance somewhere and immediately felt a sense of joy.
Such things matter.