I had to go to London, so I planned to write about the way June and the wild world affect even a hectic city full of people too busy to look up or down or about. But I was pretty hectic myself and the two tufties seen from the 209 bus and the lesser black-backed gull passing Ye White Hart were rather slim pickings.
I got an early train back and had time to join Eddie on the marsh for his supper. He kindly fetched me a beer as we set off and we made our way to his favourite seat; his own contribution follows.
It was the kind of evening we imagine that all June evenings are like: warm, still and kind, as if the whole world was heaving a sigh of satisfaction at having got it right for once. It made for a mood of unhurried watchfulness: an invitation to linger. And linger we did as Eddie went through the courses and then sat quiet and still, as he loves to do when in the mood. Contemplativeness: not a gift found in many 16 year olds.
The sweet song of willow warbler came though strong and clear, the first time I had this from the marsh for a few days. Very satisfying, too: still here and, I hoped hard at the task of rearing a quiver-full in the tangled vegetation beyond the clump of sallows.
As I listened I counted all six species of warbler that breed on and/or just beyond the marsh. They sang more or less in turn, as if I was a teacher “taking register” back at my primary school. Willow warbler? Yes, miss! Also chiffchaff, blackcap, sedge warbler, whitethroat and Cetti’s warbler – yes, especially Cetti’s warbler, class clown and show-off — do try to answer in a quiet voice next time.
The marsh is full to bursting and doing its stuff. I love the stolen glimpses of defiant wildness you get in city life – but not as much as I love wildness and wet.
Here’s Eddie’s blog:30 days7
Thank you Eddie- just sitting is good for us all- snakes as well!
I love Eddie’s drawings and his stories about the things he sees (yours too Simon!) – being a contemplative and just gazing and listening is such a good thing to do – especially if and when it stops raining! My evening blackbird has just struck up.
The things we take for granted are the things we don’t notice when they disappear and then miss the most!. Thank you Eddie – I wish all 16 year olds had your wonder and love for nature. I might feel more hopeful for the future then.
Beautiful,many thanks.
I’ve just finished reading your wonderful book ” My Natural History”,now faced with the decision which one to buy next……
I live in Spain so am really enjoying the blogs. Power to your elbow,Simon.
Love your blog,Eddie and the drawings
Well Simon that was a cracker and thanks to Eddie for his contribution, it certainly is nice to sit and listen.