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Jeni Bell’s Wild Britain – A field in Martin village

A field in Martin Village

words  by Jeni Bell

The continued adventures Of Jeni , Bill and Millie……..

Summer colds are the worst.

I can’t decide if it’s because the symptoms are more severe or if it’s the fact the suns shining, the weather’s warm and the outside is enticing you to go explore it.

Either way I spent a rather rubbish few days in bed over the past week, feeling more than a little bit sorry for myself. Although amidst the piles of tissues, lozengers, endless cups of lemon and ginger tea were also my binoculars.

Yep, that’s right, I had my bino’s in bed with me. Not a typical cold fighting cure, but between the bouts of dozing and sneezing I was faced with a pretty spectacular view from the van window.

Our view of Martin Village

It’s a view I admire daily, but one I only glance at.

A quick scan of the horizon, a nod of acknowledgement to the endless numbers of rooks and the bevvy of rabbits that make their home in my line of sight. But that’s it. I very rarely stare at it endlessly. There’s usually very little chance to study the meadow directly in front of us, or the cluster of trees that separates the arable field from the game cover. There’s certainly no time to ponder the forest that lies beyond the horizon.

So, I guess my three days in bed was actually a chance to get to know the wildlife next door.

It’s probably the longest I’ve stared at one landscape straight.

I’ve never really got to know its comings and goings before but after 3 days I was certainly more aware than ever of the comings and goings of a few fields in Martin.

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