Rites wheeling and crying in a storm-blue sky
Kit...
Ardnish, Lochaber, and the deer come down off the ridge by night, leaving their calling cards by the bothy door ...
Beverley...
The delectable smell of wet, turned earth seeps through the hedgerow as the rumble of the tractor and plough make a turn.
Helen...
Early morning sun lights the top of the fells lime green and yellow.
Jane...
The light is clean, clear and thin in the woods after the rain. Everything is wet and still.
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