Leaf 52 – Reflections
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| Carry Akroyd - Skylarks, screenprint (birthday card) |
Skylarks are one of my favourite birds in Britain. The song of the skylark is very distinctive, and for me it is highly evocative of the English countryside, where I often went camping in summertime. I have a really clear memory (which has stayed with me over many, many years) of cycling alone along a deserted country lane far from any town or village on a long warm summer’s day of solitary, two-wheeled exploration, and seeing a skylark hanging in the sky directly ahead of me – singing its heart out into the clear blue stillness of that beautiful day. I was sure it could see me from that high vantage. And at that moment, it felt like we were the only two living creatures communing in that calm, sun-drenched landscape. Forged from that fleeting moment – transiently lived, but transmuted into a lifelong memory – burnished like gold, and borne ever-after; a warmth within the soul.
Memories return
– the skylark’s song.
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| Hergé - Tintin on his Bicycle (from 'The Castafiore Emerald,' 1963) |
