Women supporting each other is the best antidote to fear
Jun 10, 2022
3 minutes
by Lucy Lapwing
“CHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.” Rippling and bubbling out of the warm, muggy darkness. What a noise! I squint at the silhouette of the dead tree in front of me, and I can see him: perched awkwardly, puppet-like upon a branch – a nightjar.
Tonight, stood alone on a heathland, it’s just me and him. And about a million mosquitoes. That noise, the churr, does something to my soul. Eerie and mystical, alien
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