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Wild garlic scented air drifted by the river where angelic pure white wood anemones carpeted the woodland floor, and birdsong serenaded anyone who had ears. A robin fed its chick, perched precariously on the barbed wire fence, before the sky darkened and unseasonal snow burst from the steely sky, almost as surprised as we were. Despite the wintery weather, a cheery blackbird steadfastly refused to stop singing, until day became night…

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