Country diary: 'It's time, it's time,' calls the skylark, a signal spring is here
Little tussocks of white wool decorate the grass, sparkling with dew, and the sky is a perfect, unbroken blue. The sheep have been moved, leaving cropped grass that is easy to walk on, and as I near the brow of the hill I feel something lighten in me. I’ve been flattened by an irritating cough and …
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