Not yet six. Sophie's woken super early. Adjusting to northerly latitudes and twenty hours of daylight isn't easy. There are four deer in the field by the gate. By the time I've got the i-Phone out they're off onto the safety of the band of wild grass that lines the shoreline. Sophie sniffs the air but decides that deer chasing is best left until after breakfast. Lots of shore larks about this morning. The farmers wife walking her labrador stops and says they're late leaving this year. Does any bird have a song as light as a shore larks ?
Reading ahead of Saturday : https://www.ox.ac.uk/news-and-events/oxford-people/George-Garnett