We are a strange mottley lot, the early morning enthusiasts who walk their dogs down the Chillbridge Road, on the western outskirts of Eynsham, the Oxfordshire village in which Barnaby and I live.
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| At last Spring has arrived! |
The dogs don't care of course they rush to meet each other and romp round the main field at 70 miles an hour. Perhaps this is why we all use this plot. Space allows the dogs enough room to run and run and as a consequence exhaust themselves while we walk slowly on, hands stuffed in pockets scarves tighly wound round our necks.
Well, that was yesterday> Today something quite remarkaable happened - the sun came out. And not out just for a moment only to hide behind the clouds again - it came out in full - bright glowing and golden. ..and then suddenly while we were gazing at the sunbeams that were lighing up the field, the cuckoo began to sing. First the sound came from a large clump of trees on the right, then gradually it moved a little to the left and then on little bit further towards the open fields in the Witney direction.
One by one we stopped walking, stood firm where we were and listened. Having never heard a cuckoo before Barnaby stood by my side with his face towards the sound of the cuckoo's song. He appeared to be listening too!
Finally the song stopped and one by one we walked on in the direction we had been travelling. Time for breakfast, time to get on with the rest of the day in the knowledge that how ever briefly, we all experienced a magical moment today.
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