Up on Stonechat Hill, early October sun warms the ripening hawthorns and the wild crab apples, red and green, begin to fall from old and lichen crusted trees.
Early nightingales
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When first we hear the shy-come nightingales
They seem to mutter oer their songs in fear
And, climb we eer so soft the spinney rails
All stops as if no bir...
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I knew you could do it! This will be such a lovely blog to follow, as I know the areas of your wandering . . . Jennie xxx who is thrilled to be your first customer!
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