Tuesday, 7 February 2012


A sharp frost and a sharp light and the sharp pang of leaving again. Leaving again.

Go safely pink-feet while I'm gone. Come safely Sandwich terns and chiffchaffs.

This migrant life.

We once moved with the sun like swallows. And to witness them doing that is to realise what we have lost.

Tim Dee
The Running Sky

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