She and I had one last tramp round the woods yesterday evening, setting off at around quarter to ten in the brightness of a clear Scottish summer night.
Fresh, cool air, the grasses, cow parsley - and nettles - shoulder height in places making for hard going and soaking our feet and legs.
Swallows and martins swooped over our heads while the evening chorus of songbirds echoed across the trees at first, gradually diminishing as the light began to go and the bats emerged to take over the insect hunt.
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