|Vellator (detail): Roselle Angwin, mixed media|
Tall hedges, lush with high summer – dog roses, hemp agrimony, honeysuckle, vetch.
The lane canted towards the moor and a high-flying evening with flurries of cloud grazing the sun.
Fledglings attempting liftoff, curious, unafraid.
Ever smelled a buzzard's or a crow's feather? Smells of old libraries. All those stories in a pair of wings.