Walking over the narrow bridge on the Sheinbrook, I saw three Grey Wagtails fly together along the water. Even without belief I still love the ancient augurers’ ways – predicting the future by the omens of animals. Moments later a deep chocolate brown dipper followed, its white tail like a kite or a nervous ladies fan, pretty against the reflected sky. As it flew into low hanging leaves an azure Kingfisher flashed its brilliance and was gone. Something beautiful is coming and these quiet creatures are its subtle heralds and vanguards x

 Stiperstones in snow, moonlit night. From the Abel's Harp gig last weekend