wildlife wales


Oaks are lovely but yesterday, in the evening, the perfume of the birches was quite ravishing. So I wandered along in the company of trees, inhaling, and simply perishing of sheer delight.

It was almost dark as I dawdled back to the car, woodland spirits one by one falling asleep and leaving me with just the scent – warm, grassy and faintly flatulent – of the cows in the next field…