With it staying so light until late in the evening it’s good to go walking in the park after most of the daytime people have gone.
Next I find what I’ve come to see.
As you’ll know I’ve been keenly following the Geese on the big lake with their goslings. Sadly reporting their reduction from four to two. Then last week after Africa Oyé I’d seen these and wondered if my eyes were deceiving me. Sadly not. This is a different family.
Earlier on the walk I’d met an old friend, Imogen, who walks in the park even more frequently than I do. And she’d told me that the geese on the lake have now lost all of their goslings, she thinks to a fox. And that there always was this separate set of four along the Upper Brook.
Sad about the goslings and their short lives. Glad about these others. William Blake was right.
“Everything that lives is holy, life delights in life.”