I love the turning of the light – in the seasons and in the round of a day. I love how our home gradually and silently fills with light . . . the quiet, cool dim light of the dawn as the darkness fades . . . the sunrise with its gladness and glory of colours. I love sunlight and rainwashed silver cloud light. I love dusk and starlight too, and the beauty of the moon.
And the homely pools of lamplight are also beautiful. Just now, as dusk deepens into night, the pools of light gathered at our roof windows in the attic gradually falter and disappear. But working at his desk, the Badger sits in the warm glow of his lamp. I can look along from my corner and see him there.
And now the night has come. Time to go out under the rising moon and put down the fox’s supper.