My experience of recording my book was wonderful, but oh how I missed the open fields and birds and ducks………
The first morning after arriving home, I knew my head would be banging, I knew it wasn’t to be a good day, but I was determined to trundle once more in my village…….
My legs turned right out of my path instead of towards the sunrise. I didn’t question it, I just followed and obeyed…..
It was a still cool morning, my breathe leading the way. The sky was clear as I passed by the houses
Turning left into Manor House road, towards the mirage lane, this weather vane always makes me smile
It was cloudy towards the west as I started along the long lane. The farmers wife taking her dog for a walk in the distance
I turned at the halfway point, as I always do, retracing my steps and savouring the open space around me. Images of the high rise flashing into my head and quickly fading away as I was surrounded by fields once more.
At the end of the road, a bird was perched high on the wire. As I zoomed in I saw it was a beautiful Kestrel, I think…….
I watched it hunting for prey, it’s keen eyes picking out the smallest morsel, then swooping down for its breakfast snack…..
Turning the corner, the sun was starting to rise and colour the sky. A different view, but through the trees I could still its beauty
As I walked down the road, more glimpses appeared through the trees….
Then a lone pheasant stood in a driveway, having seen me, wandering whether to flee, but decided instead to stand and pose…
Up through the houses to the back lane, the day starting to lighten…
The sun trying desperately to break through the clouds
Wally and his sheep friends must have been moved to one of their other fields, as it lay empty today, muddy and bare where they’d gorged on all that was green….
As I passed by the squirrel tree, I turned and looked up at their hole in the tree trunk. They were in residence today
One more zoomed in before they decide to hide away
As I reached the playing field the sky was turning blue, maybe signalling a nice day ahead..
Finally the pond, to see my friends the ducks once more. It was too early for me to bring any feed and sure enough, Peter the duck man, was there with his morning rations for our feathered friends.
We all have our times for feeding the ducks, Simon with their morning feed at 07.30, Peter at 9, then me in the afternoon, with other occasional feeders giving them extra feeds. The ducks know exactly who to expect when…..Peter’s been feeding them for decades and knows each one by sight…., so knowledgable on all things ducks……
We chatted as he fed them before making our way across the wooden path and because I feed the birds at the other end of the pond, they followed, just in case…..
One began as if to laugh at the very idea
But I promised I’d be back in the afternoon……as I passed the village shop, turned the corner of the Dog and Duck, I felt glad to be home……..