HY look at birds?’ asked my godfather Colin, through chattering teeth, unconsciously echoing the title John Berger (with whom he had once corresponded—Colin was a great letter writer) had given to one of his best-known books. We were crouching in what seemed to me to be the wettest, coldest and smelliest marsh I had ever encountered. I parted the reeds and
Gone birding
Nov 15, 2023
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