Spring. The crab apple trees still in flower; the hawthorn just bursting into its wedding dress white; birdsong fills the air. And I was lucky enough to be out in the middle of it all. I’d been called on an urgent errand. Lapwings spotted in the fallow field at the far corner of the parish. Not having seen a local lapwing for years, I was quickly on my way. Hurrying down Green Lane, with its drifts of bluebells and stitchwort stars, I soon heard the familiar swooping peewit cries.
14 May 2020, The Tablet
Glimpses of Eden
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