Thick, drenching rain today. We set off to walk on the moor but when we saw the dense low mist we turned back to the comfort of the fire in the cottage. Later, when it had stopped raining, I walked out, through the village and up the hill. Past the high bank, thick with violets, and into the shelter of the woods, watching lambs watch me and admiring the uncoiling of ferns.
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