Light on the Wing | Lancashire | "As the sun’s glow faded in the west and the darkness of a winter's night seeped into the skies, a hushed whirr broke the quiet below me in the dell and a pair of silver wings lit up in the last of the day's light. A ghost of the woods, twilight's dweller, had come circling the side of the hill on his dusk-time dance."  Buy book here

Light on the Wing | Lancashire | "As the sun’s glow faded in the west and the darkness of a winter's night seeped into the skies, a hushed whirr broke the quiet below me in the dell and a pair of silver wings lit up in the last of the day's light. A ghost of the woods, twilight's dweller, had come circling the side of the hill on his dusk-time dance."  Buy book here

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