Flight of the falcon
by Mark Cocker from on (#EYX3)
Claxton, Norfolk Bear in mind that their prey is one-gram's worth of lightning strike on wings - then you start to appreciate the elan of a hunting hobby
In The Making of the English Landscape, WG Hoskins quotes WH Hudson as saying that 18 May is the crown of the British summer. For me, the season has to have a hairline fracture of rot running through its real heart, and I'd locate it at least a couple of months later. Perhaps a day like today, when the sky was all December and our thermometer read 25C.
On the horizon, low cloud hung like a deep bog on the canopy and soaked those Buckenham woods, no doubt, in its heavy mothering heat. And the rooks, their wings tattered now with moult, rowed across that sky like black paddles through water.
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