- no - not the book by Bruce Chatwin, but an idea that pinged into my head when I was just sitting outside the pottery with a cup of tea, listening to the blackbird singing at the top of our ash tree. He was the loudest, but I could hear two more in the distance answering.
Then I imagined each of those being able to sing to some others - a network of blackbird conversations stretching all over the UK.
So, all my blog chums who can hear a blackbird might be listening to the same territorial conversation that I am. I thought that was quite a pleasing idea to round off the week before the bank holiday...
Have a good one, everybody. I'm off now!
