07 May 2006

This Is Where I Live

Muscle memory in the hills at Swinside - Tree Pipits are flirting on the slopes, almost kissing in mid-air dances as they erupt from the undergrowth and the gorse to then rapidly descend and touch the earth - then they part to separate perches - where the scrub has been burnt back to bare, bone-like branches they wait in the upper reaches singing before they disappear - Chaffinches 'chink-chink' at the roadside as a huge Harley Davidson cruises by with fat, bearded Angel -

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