|Song thrush - an extraordinary performance, so varied
you think 'what on earth is that?!'
||Field rose trails over the hedgerow
||Dog rose (which has no hips at present) forms an arcing
bush in its own right
||Chiff-chaffs are around, very recognisable from that
'chiff- chaff . . . ' song but there are only a few willow warblers
singing this year
Field rose and dog rose are in flower
along the Balk, song thrush and chiff-chaff
are singing at the entrance to the wood. Boys swing on a rope on one of
the ash trees by the quarry (well, one neighbour's boy isn't swinging
this evening because he's got his arm in a pot but that's boys for you).
The Descent of Man
humans sea creatures?' they asked me the other day.
'Well, we were probably descended from sea creatures, but that's millions
of years ago.'
This seemed to settle the dispute for them: he explained that his friend
had told him that humans are mammals and mammals are sea creatures. So
it had seems logical to assume we are sea creatures too.
Tonight in the wood it's our closer relatives in the animal world that
come to mind.
patches of green algae float on the canal which is covered
in a thin, patchy oily film. I guess this is caused by the algal bloom
rather than by oil pollution. Two anglers are fishing: so far the roach
seem to be coping with it. A fish leaps out of the water, probably catching
a low-flying insect on this still summer evening - rather than gasping
The honeysuckle smells delicious; the sweet scent is
wafting in through the patio window as I write this at 10 p.m. and it's
still fairly light outside.
Richard Bell, email@example.com