Sunday, November 4, 2007
Out from the house to the bright sunshine of early afternoon we walked to see if the seals had all gone. Still on the beach there was one fat pup, white but big and almost ready to go. Not long now and the mournful cry of the seals will be gone for another year. Snipe rise up from the ground beneath our feet now as we walk and small bell voiced linnets rush by in small crowds.
This is a day so beautiful. The distant rocks of Strumble Head are bleached by the sun. The hills cast a shadow over the land and sun picks out bright bracken so that the land is the colour of deep rust. We walk in the wild lands and the sea is the deepest blue.
And we are home late as the sun begins to set, lighting the sky and the soft dappled clouds. The night time creatures have begun to stir and the world is atwitch with their music, a symphony for a cat's ears.