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I get the feeling few people like to see pollarded willows.
Now that we have had a bit of rain the low lying meadows in the Kennet Valley have been transformed. A walk there shortly after dawn was almost magical.
Now that winter really is here we had all better start looking out for the birds.
As a somewhat soggy summer is upon us the enthusiasm for walking has dimmed a bit.
All of a sudden the air is filled with insects, which is a mixed blessing. Last night in Prospect Park, as the sun set, huge stag beetles took to the air.
High summer is when the meadows are at their very best – teeming with noise from countless insects and a riot of colour from myriad flowers.
The height of summer, oppressive heat, long days and short nights, the harvest.
For a treat, being midsummer and Fathers’ Day, I set off on the Saturday evening on my bike, with a plan to return the following day.
The feeders that hang from the trees in my garden were empty this afternoon.
The other day I was listening to an interview on the radio with Buzz Aldrin – the second man to walk on the moon, which he did over 40 years ago.