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There's something about being up REALLY early at this time of year. Thanks to the dog, of course, who wanted to help the cat play with the mouse he had brought in. A very tiny mouse actually, smaller than my thumb.

To compensate the pooch for not being allowed to eat it, I took him for quite a long walk - or he took me - and we enjoyed making friends with a large lonely horse, gazing lovingly at sheep and spotting bunnies. I'm not sure whether he had previously made the aquaintance of bunnies but it was clear he would love to know them better.

Up on the top lane I started thinking, as one does, about the hedge. It is said that a new species of plant establishes itself in a hedgerow every thirty years so I counted over a paced off section and noticed: ( Read more... )