In the Time of the Skylark – Listen (7)

My Dearest Boy, What a thing it is to stop and listen!  To a young child, given space and time, this comes naturally.  It is one of the ways in which we learn.  In this time of the skylark’s song I have been reminded to cherish this gift. Ah, my dearest boy, I tried to…

In the time of the skylark (1)

Tuesday 24 March 2020 My Dearest Boy, I walked early this morning, purposely over the fields – muddy but still firm with frost, towards the railway line.  I would have taken you on this path today.  I passed no-one.  It’s so quiet.  There are few planes in the sky. As the air warmed the yellowhammers…