I’m into the Glen just after 6 down the zig zag and into the greening , the air is fresh, clear and bright and I step into it, preoccupied with recording sounds I record from earth level and cant resist picking up a fallen willow catkin so live in my hand, bristling, the speedwell is well up now too and the Japanese knotweed is purpling its fresh leaves through the surface
The mallards float silently at ground level while the tree born birds sing loudly a woman wearing headphones passes me and i see her stop and stoop and stop and stoop haloed in the morning light bagfuls of sunshine.