Today I took the dogs to my other favourite walk, driving through narrow lanes. Going round a bend I met a rabbit running up the road towards me. It suddenly realised I was the bigger, and turned and ran. Round another bend a Kite was taking off with some object in its claws, probably already killed. The weight made takeoff ponderous and it just missed my windscreen. Further along a grey squirrel scampered along the road.
I enjoyed the eventual walk much better than yesterdays. (See Old age 2)
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I love reading about journeys. So evocative and as you said in the previous post it is a meeting of so many different stratas of life. Human societies, animal societies, the society of the weather and the elements. I am reading A Tale of Two Cities at the moment and it begins with the Mail coach struggling up Shooters hill on a dark wet winter night. The horses have to stop several times to rest and the 3 passengers are walking. They are in constant fear of Highway Men and also of each other. Each longing for home and safety, its very pleasent to read from the comfort of one who has already arrived.
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