Stamford, Lincolnshire: The trees are fretting. A horse chestnut, a sycamore and a now leaner birch, all of them making a squeaking creakOutside the window the landscape has changed a little and it takes a minute to work out why. A gap where something once was. Where something has fallen.The place is awhirl in the wind as I walk down the garden to its end. A wall of honeysuckle taller than me has tipped and now lies heavily on the ground, like a collapsed drunk. Continue reading...
Country diary: the place is awhirl in the wind
16. února 2019 23:00
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Celý článek: https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2019/feb/16/country-diary-the-place-is-awhirl-in-the-wind
Zdroj: The Guardian