There’s a tract of hedgerow at the near end of Church Lane that
hasn’t been trimmed for some years, no doubt because the verge and ditch on the
lane side are unusually wide at that point. It’s turning wild and unkempt, and I thought
tonight that there must be thousands of little lives being lived out among it, unseen
and unheard by my inadequate human eyes and ears. No doubt they’re all aware of
me, though, because I’m the big, unfamiliar thing that makes a lot of noise
when it walks. I wonder whether they know how to find Polaris by using the Big
Dipper as a guide, as I do.
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