This once-wetland of the Fens is quick still with wildlife and bright today with frost. By the train’s track the delicate tracery of birch and the drooping grandeur of ash are heavy with hoar. To the east, a long low ledge of cloud is lit by the coming sun.
In the fields a fine-footed company of roe and in the almost-light of the sky above them an effortless buoyancy of rooks. A foxtrot fox and a tumble of hares are here too. This list grows and today is to the mammals.
This train is for London King’s Cross via Ely and Cambridge.