On the wings of a turtle dove

I MUST confess to being in a state of vigorous competition with a manic birdwatcher at the moment—our 10-year-old grandson, Henry. I’m very pleased that he’s wildlife-crazy, but it does put all my books in danger, particularly my favourite—which has also become his— . It’s a fantastic book, although, sadly, I believe it’s already out of print. It seems that half my life is now spent preventing Henry from taking the book home with him. The other half is spent listening to wonderful recordings