At the bottom of the garden, just beyond the gate is a perfect, peaceful bench where I can sit and wait in the company of dragonflies, swans and their faithful mates. Soothed by sun-spangled water, hypnotised by boats, I anticipate a flash, a kingfisher flame to skitter low and coruscate, bubble and ripple in the […]
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