Gentle rain and the valley is green again. Soft weather mists the air, grass begins to grow at last. The sheep come home. Donkeys, sleek in their summer coats flourish on such meagre fare. Bantam chicks grow up fast and new hens settle in. A fine cockerel has gone missing, a feast, I fear, for hungry fox or badger with young to feed. Mid summer comes and goes.
Dear Briony arrives to take care of animals. We join friends in Jersey to quietly celebrate a birthday. A gentle old fashioned hotel enfolds us in its comfort, history even. The sun shines. We begin to relax. We swim in a deserted cove, the silence broken by oystercatchers calling overhead. We collect tiny shells, sit on warm rocks and gaze out to sea. There is time to read, to sit quietly, just be, to wander through the tiny fishing port and, best of all, to spend a day at the Durrell Conservation Trust.
…..sitting quietly and just being!
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