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| Photos by Jo Sinclair |
It's the season of plenty and people have an instinctive glint in the eye
as they join the squirrels and jays harvesting a landscape decked out with
nuts and seeds and juicy jewels. A lady picks rosehips: 'a supplement
for my horses' she explains. A man with one foot balanced on barbed wire and one on a
rotten tree stretches to reach the glossiest blackberries. Someone has a
Tesco bag heavy with spuds; potatoes and onions are gleaned from the
fields after the last of the tractors have delivered their crop to tight
supermarket deadlines.
I find field mushrooms with pink gills as perfect as rosebuds or new-born babies.
I
ride a chestnut horse the colour of autumn across stubble fields in the
wake of an early shoot. Terrorised partridges whirr in every direction
and a buzzard and sparrowhawk drift along the hedgerows
opportunistically looking for wounded game.
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