I stayed on Knepp Estate this week which is a rewilded farm, so there are happy cows, pigs, deer and ponies grazing and frolicking free-range, suckling their young, and large fields full of fleabane and other weeds. I swam in a murky pond feeling like a whimsical maiden but was disconcerted to see a large brown rat slipping into it the next day. I wouldn't have minded if it had been a vole. Calls of owls and other birds were all around us and the city of Brighton feels especially loud and sordid now. I am so fond of Brighton but wish that more of England was rewilded. The Isle of Wight is full of rewilding but no one has thought to call it that, it is more that it has been forgotten.
Josie
I am writing this in Cornwall. I am in John Betjeman country on the north coast near Trebetheric where he wrote about sand in the sandwiches and wasps in the tea on seaside picnics, and St Enodocs church too and I sat in the churchyard imagining him there
My dear friends, H and C are such kind and generous hosts and I have a comfortable bed and a friendly bath. I find. some bathrooms daunting and it is a real treat to be here.
It is bothersome that I now find walking so difficult, so I tend to sit in a sunny spot with a nice view, also a book, while H. and C go for a walk with George the dog who was rescued from Serbia and is very lovely.
I haven’t watched any TV or listened to the radio, so I have no idea what Boris and co are up to. I go back home tomorrow on GWR and hope for the best. You never know with trains nowadays.
Vicky
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