CHRIS SEARLE recommends a work of love and deep admiration for a great musician
I LISTEN, as I sit in a small, grassy Wealden glade, while the glow of the half moon increases and the day’s light fades. The nightingale’s fluting, wet-throated lyrics, slip-slap trills and arabesque warblings fill the silence, while a far-off cuckoo calls.
This magical place is at the centre of “Mayfield,” a proposed new town in the Sussex Wealden vale between London and Brighton.
On a damp December day we track a Wealden stream’s edge through thorn thickets, along high banks and there, within the gloom, we see the fresh corpse of a giant sea trout, exhausted by the labour of spawning, lodged below the water’s spate. This creature’s Sussex race, larger and later spawning than their cousins, has been returning each winter to these wooded streams since the Ice Age.
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