To begin at the beginning….
A walk, and the green lane heavy with flowers and morning dew.
Three cats walk, to the high hill top, up the holloway path to the place where the ravens are learning flight.
Little Leopard, Lady S and the Little Bear, silver, white and gold, catching the light in their fur, sure of their beauty as they are of their footing.
And on top of the hill the air buzzes with insects and lark song and the call of a cuckoo.
Rosie decides that she should be photographed too for she is beautiful. She has run round with a stick of gorse and a look at me, I’m a dog, look at me face. So she sits down, in among the cats.
And I wonder, when I have such beautiful company, such rock, such sea, such light and the bird song, why do I ever wish to leave home?