The Lapwings.

Growing up on the farm was a magical time, in many, many ways; the seasons, the compass directions, the winds, the time by the sun (we even found an old sundial... but that's another story) and much more were all taught to me by my beloved Grandfather.   Peewits and chicks; Lapwings and obfuscation...   One … Continue reading The Lapwings.

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Clun, Cows and Beltane!

Outside William threw water over the fires and after he had spread the ashes out in a circle, he let the cows out to pasture again, closing the gate after them he lit a fag, and leaned on the gate looking down the meadow thoughtfully.