Monday, December 10, 2007
Walking in the ginger sunshine
At last we have sunshine after the wind and the rain. The fields are full of small swift snipe, the sky is patched with racing clouds and the bracken is beautiful ginger.
We walk, and the gorse bush still has golden flowers. Life is sweet. In the sky a peregrine with swift wings and sharp claws and slate dark feathers cuts across the sky like a knife, chasing snipe.
Winter sun shines low and lights the grass with gold, a halo around ginger fur.
On the journey home I am lifted high, the better to see the view. And the world looks beautiful.