While I stood with my eyes shut, I zoned in on the surrounding sounds. An alarmed blackbird, the rumble of a lorry carting top soil along the lane, pigeons flapping through the wood, the crack of a shotgun taking pot shots in the far distance, and the single, chirpy call of a greater spotted woodpecker, sitting in a tree behind me.
We walked around last year's barley field. We spooked three deer who leapt off through the strip of woodland on the south side of the field, and we also put up two beautiful hares. As always, I felt bad about disturbing these lovely creatures in their own environment. It is a joy to see them though!
Now for a little celebration of the fleeting designs only winter can bring.