Janey...
The first cold morning...
Sparrows queue like tiny Oliver Twists along the fence
Kit...
Gloaming, sharp air, hoot of an owl, crank of pheasants, spill of a solway sunset, every shade of fire ...
Beverley...
Blue after the gloom. The absence of wind has passed. Still the roses, cosmos and bright calendula.
Helen...
Twice in one day a hare lopes softly by the side of the road. The first, tinged pink and gold in misty sunset, the second shivering pale under a cold bright moon.
Jane...
Heron glides slowly through dew-heavy air, alights out of sight in woods.
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