Weasels & dry stone dykes

A divergence from the National Cycle Network momentarily.

On Saturday morning I was in a very happy place...sun streaming through the window, a cup of strong coffee and time to read some of my current book, At The Water's Edge by John Lister-Kaye. A couple of years ago, I started reading natural history books as well as novels...H is for Hawk, A Buzz in the Meadow, Field Notes from a Hidden City, Gods of the Morning, The Butterfly Isles. I am nearing the end of this book and soaking up Mr LK's style of writing about nature....on Saturday morning it was weasels & dry stone dykes - "The weasel is the unchallenged lord of this labyrinthine metamorphic fief. He can climb to the heights at his pleasure, impaling the world on bright, intelligent eyes from among the coping stones, four and a half feet above the land."

If John Muir did indeed say "Writing is like the life of an iceberg - one eternal grind.", I hope he knew how much his readers were inspired and motivated by his writing. As I am by these writers now...