Notes from the Isles
Aug 20, 2021
4 minutes
Words by KATE FRANCIS
This morning, as I watched an oyster catcher strutting along the beach and a heron eyeing the water for fish, a fellow dog-walker approached.
His summer had been ruined, he moaned: Covid restrictions meant he’d had to cancel a Mediterranean holiday. I commiserated, refraining from comment. Cronie and I then climbed the hill from the shore, up across a meadow carpeted with foxgloves, speedwell, buttercups, daisies, violets and vetch, into woods vibrant with birdsong. We didn’t see the osprey today, but red kites hovered above the trees and a chevron of honking geese flew overhead. I
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