Jun 16, 2020
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A Journal of the Plague year, Day 11: The gift of clean air, empty skies and the chance to connect with nature
1 April 2020
It’s dawn in my urban garden and the birds are striving to out sing each other. I can hear their trills and riffs from the large cherry that’s about to burst into gaudy pink blossom, from the ash trees on our street, and from the small woodland three roads away…
