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Still Summer in the Alderwood

Teasels at Low Barns

This morning I took a walk down to Low Barns Nature Reserve, which is on my doorstep and to my delight I met a  sleek young fox. It stopped and eyed me from across the river. We said hello. I smiled. I met a photographer too, in the West Hide, hoping to catch a glimpse of the kingfishers. We waited together in silence for some while but no luck.

Autumn is waiting in the wings, the time of grasses and seedheads, of rowan berries and the first falling leaves. But under the rare Alder a carpet of water forget-me-nots flourish; it is still summer in the Alderwood.

I’ve been thinking so much this week about the refugees that I’ve found it hard to write. I am so thankful today that at least transport out of Hungary has been provided for them. I am angry and saddened by the UKs response but glad the rhetoric has finally changed.

Being outside today was a good antidote to my helplessness and anger

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.  William Shakespeare

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