There have been some magical moments at dusk this past few weeks. The august sun has cast it's long rays across fields of ripe corn and high grasses and caught the odd Disney princess on her way home for toasted cheese.
Whilst back on the Malvern Hills a game of animal charades at sunset challenged us all to get down in the grass and course the slopes as crabs, copper heads and springboks. Thankfully none of the aforementioned are in residence in this habitat, though M did enquire if the black and boggy river bed in Golden Valley was a wetland. On hearing it was, she did a quick, slightly nervous scan for alligators.
