Sunday, May 20, 2007
The path up the hill has campion and foxgloves and the grass is growing long. At the top of the hill we explored the wildwood while the humans sat and soaked up sunshine. Foxes live here in deep burrows in the ground and all around their burrows bluebells grow beneath the low thorn trees.
When it was time to go we did not want to, so we lingered on the rock by the wildwood. The sky was full of bright blue swallows and dusky brown martins and swifts like arrows. How we wish for wings!