The past few fishing trips have seen me looking down more often than not. Usually, I spend most of my time looking up - I have been aware of movements on the overgrown fisherman's paths and have seen more frogs and toads this year than I have done in recent years. This is a risky business. The last thing our friends need is a size 10 Dr Marten ruining their day.
The other day I was conscious of some overexcited twitterings at my elbow - my elbow was resting on a helpful log. A newly fledged wren had, at that moment, left the nest and the parent was helping it on those first big steps. This is likely to be brood number two.....or possibly three. After they departed I bent down and found the most delightful Hobbit House - completely moss lined in the underside nook of the log. The years turning in miniature.