Just let nature work its wonder
AS we look out on the field of the adjacent estate, from the dining room on the second floor of our house, it is half past seven and an evening of drifting rain.
The horses graze on; the magpies continue to build their big-domed nest in a tree on the rise, against the grey sky; the rabbits hop, oblivious to the weather, their white scuts bouncing through the grass; and a cock pheasant walks elegantly and unconcerned into the drizzle. Rain doesn’t faze nature a bit.