New Life
I mentioned previously that I'd been watching a pair of mute swans on a nest at Loch na bo. I've been back a few times through the...
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A familiar path, upstream, from shingle to viaduct. In unfamiliar winter guise. The dense foliage of summer has long been dropped; the rosy... -
It's that time of year; you'll have noticed. Every time you switch on the radio, walk into a supermarket, bombarded with muzak. A...
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Raucous raucous? Anser anser came the response. Greylags. Cygnus cygnus, the signal. Whoopers. Arriving at the loch I am met by half a ...
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