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IT FEELS SO STRANGE to be out walking again.
I feel as if some inspector is going to pop up from behind
a hedge to tell us that
we aren’t allowed such pleasures.
I admit that I seem to
be forever behind with one strand or another of my work but I
don’t think that means that I need to
find an excuse to take an hour off for a walk.
It’s good
to see three lapwings on the partially flooded field called the
Strands between the canal and the river. Two
of them are inspecting a grassy patch as if contemplating a possible
nest site. When they fly off the third bird soon follows in the
same direction, calling as it goes.
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