It is here, on our doorstep, hidden in plain sight amongst the familiar.
Moving stealthily along our River we search for animal sign and the animals themselves.
Deer trails lead down to the banks.
Otter spraints adorn the stones and above Genet middens may be found in the crooks of the trees.
A thin piping is getting closer and suddenly in a flash of shimmering blue, the kingfisher darts past us.
From high overhead, the shrill calls of eagles alert the river bank and the fox moves deeper into the shrubbery.
In a few hundred metres we discover a thousand tales of the wild and all across this landscape the feral calligraphy is writ large.
Today a new generation of young explorers take their steps into the magnificence of our small blue planet.
Photo courtesy of the author.
