Sunday, 22 November 2015
22nd November 2015
On the hunt for starlings today – we didn’t see many. But the walk along a nature reserve track as the sun set could be close to one of those moments that inspire word or poetry. With the moon rising over Glastonbury Tor and the clouds parting to fissure light across the landscape, the lack of murmurating starling was of little importance. When the weather is good, winter is my favourite season.