the Common, Sunday 12.28

A lot quieter today.  I only spoke to three people.  And a dog.

I walked up to the planation in the hope that I might hear/see skylarks.  The  area in front of me is their usual hangout.  I was not disappointed.  One sat on the path just a short distance away.  Another flew up from the long grass, singing as it rose; a lark ascending, indeed. Vaughn Williams knew what he was on about.