It lifts the heart to read a book so well written as The Old Ways: A journey on foot, by Robert Macfarlane. I can’t give any extracts that prove my point, because his words depend so much on context, and what he has already written, but the style is extremely good. The simple black and white photos at the start of each chapter add a peculiar amount of context. This is a very special book. I’ll lend it to Shaun, and then J.D., as both of them will appreciate the geological references.
I checked the nest just over a week ago, and there were only two chicks left. There’s the body of one just below the nest – it may have fallen, or have been pushed, out. I don’t know what happened to the fourth, but I doubt it was a cat that got it. The cats are actually too busy digging up my vegetable patch and seedlings. Today I checked the nest again, and it is empty.
At the cycle shop the other day I bought some knee-length waterproof socks. As he registered the sale, the attendant looked outside at the fourth beautiful day we’ve had in a row, and then to me, and said “A bit pessimistic, perhaps?” I pointed out that they were for our planned canoe trip later in the summer.