I am currently reading One Midsummer's Day by Mark Crocker.
I am swift obsessed, thrilling to their arrival and marvelling at their screeching in the skies then mourning their departure at the end of too short a season
Earlier I read Goshawk Summer by James Aldred which is an account of a season filming a Goshawk in the New Forest during lockdown.....A time when I was in early recovery.
"The wood holds it's breath,
the only sound the begging of chicks
and the gentle breeze sieving through trees.
The forest hasn't been this peaceful for a thousand years."
One of my favourite reads, gruesomely, is Sidhartha Mukherjee's biography of cancer, "The Emperor of all Maladies"
