I’ve been listening to an audio of Richard Mabey’s Nature Cure. I read it a while back. I like his writing very much. He feels what he writes, and there is such care in both the feeling and the writing. A gentle man, I think. The word is his, he used it to describe house martins making their nests. Robert McFarlane was on DID on Sunday. I’ve read and listened to his books too. Another good man. ‘We go into the darkness to see,’ he told Lauren Laverne. He talked about his Lost Words book and I hanker after it. Some will have to be passed on to make room.
A baby gull was standing by the steps of the small car park I walk through to exit our estate. It was a big fledgling. It gave me a shock. It was something to do with its hugeness, its stillness and also its vulnerability. It doesn’t do to be still as a bird. It stared at me, its eyes full of loss and perplexity. Too much. Just too much.
