Last weekend, Mr VP and I went back to a place that has always been very important to us. I used to walk the dog there every day, in driving rain and snow; in autumn gales and spring gusts. It was a place I knew so well that I could describe the plants there, the trees, the paths. Despite our four year absence, it was largely the same but somehow felt different; not because it is different, but because maybe I am. I think I appreciate so much more than I used to. We stopped for a moment in the heart of the woods to watch three or four speckled wood butterflies dance round a patch of brambles. I feel very lucky to have seen a family of wrens before they noticed us and flew off. Even more amazing was that we came face-to-face with a big doe deer, a roe deer I think, before she leapt and sprang her way off deeper into the pine woods. What an amazing place.
Thursday 21 August 2014