The sun had already set when I came out of the woods, and all around me the hills lay in shadow. The day’s last song thrush called from the distant lane. For months now I’ve been badger watching, sitting above their woodland setts as day dissolves into dusk, waiting for those celebrated black and white heads to emerge snout first. But whether I see a badger or not, perhaps the greatest pleasure of the experience is when I leave the sett and dander back through the slowly gathering night. And this evening after the unseasonable heat of the day, the dusky cool was especially refreshing.
Glimpses of Eden
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