... I learned to like that burrow... the shape of the window on the sunlit world that was the tunnel’s end; the exuberant spectrum of smells as I crawled up through a cervix of earth and leaf mould and out, panting from the effort. It was OK to lie in the dark, surrounded by the scratching and humming and thrashing of animals that would one day eat me.
January 26, 2016
"Quite a lot of being a badger consisted simply in allowing the wood to do to us what it did to a badger..."
"... being there when it rained; keeping badgers’ hours; letting bluebells brush your face instead of your boots."