Skylark

I feel I have a strong emotional attachment to skylarks. Their song transports me to childhood walks with my father when we’d spy the tiny specks in the sky from which emanated a heavenly sound. Sometimes, we’d see them plummet down , but we’d never find them. 

Today, along our coastal walk, we encounter stunning views and see gannets, buzzards, cormorants and stonechats. All the time, we’re serenaded by the sound of skylarks, but my efforts to locate them end in repeated failure. 

Then suddenly, G stops, gesturing me to do the same. There, on a grassy hillock some distance in front of us, is my skylark. In fact, there are two, but capturing just the one is challenge enough. 

It’s been a perfect day.