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I hadn’t seen one of our cats for nearly three days yesterday, so I thought I’d go for a walk where I know he hangs out and find him. I took the camera and macro lens with me. It was a scorching summer day with hardly a breath of wind in the air and from the path one can look across the valley with the village splayed out beneath the woods like a model on my old childhood railway layout. Here, in the far distance, like dark sentinels, the blue-grey foothills of the Cevennes rise against the cloudless azure sky; above the tiny buildings, hay fields and snaking single track roads criss-crossing a patterned landscape distorted by the dancing heat haze. What caught my eye was the plethora of Pyramidal Orchids among the grasses. Here, then, is an image:
Around me as I crouched with my camera among the grasses and wild flowers were swarms of insects – butterflies and bees, mostly. What struck me was the sound. There were no human noises at all. From here, I couldn’t even hear my neighbour’s poultry chattering away; merely the buzzing and chirruping of insects. This place really is a paradise.
Oh, yes, the cat turned up about an hour later.
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