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Friday evening, 22nd November 2013, Midwinter

Each evening I have walked to the birch trees and looked east awaiting the reappearance of the waning moon. Each evening it has returned an hour later bathed in a soft orange glow. This evening as I look across the pond an animal moves. I shine my torch and an otter appears. Dazzled, it runs and rocks across the ground then dives into the water. I have waited twenty five years for this moment.