Serenity and vitality

Early this morning, there was a moment of perfect stillness, silent except for birdsong (song thrush, wren, blackbird, dunnock), the crowing of cock pheasants and village roosters, and the ‘chak-chak’ of passing fieldfares. There were no cars, no voices, no hammering or chainsaws. Beneath a fast-moving, pastel sky the parish was a peace.

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