In the Time of the Skylark – Re-exploration (11)

3 June 2020 My Dearest Boy, We have been lark-charmed, gladdened, cheered.  This week you were able to re-explore a half-remembered place.  You scooted light-footed down the gravel path, laughter in your refined voice.  Nana, lock-down hair flowing behind her, could no longer catch you. What fun you had jumping with a new self-assurance along…

In the time of the skylark – rainbows (3)

8 April 2020 My Dearest Boy, The skylark is now my alarm clock.  Each morning it is up before I am awake; afield before I am up and “breakfasted” before I am afield (Thank you, Mr Hardy).  I walk early and the deer and rabbits are surprised to see me.  Today as I sat on…

In the time of the skylark – connection (2)

My Dearest Boy, “Not all those who wander are lost”, wrote Tolkien.  Maybe, I should add the words “whilst social distancing”.  I don’t think that phrase existed three weeks’ ago. On my walk this morning I was reminded that it is OK to wander and not to know.  It is also perfectly acceptable to feel…

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…