March 25

Boar Prints


New places always excite me, especially if I have a chance of experiencing new nature .

Of course very day offers this chance as the light changes the way it kisses the limbs of the old beechwood, new cloudscapes drag their shadows over old meadows and yesterday’s seagulls see the sands of home through newly awakened eyes.

However the sense of walking in the steps of last night’s wild boar was novel to say the least. Here, deep in the Languedoc region of France the scent of edges was everywhere.

Lizards scuttled over the drying bones of last summer as I chased like a crazy boy once more.

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