It’s been a strange few weeks, not least because Dad is in hospital. On the farm, we’re all trying to carry on as normal.
Outside, too, has seemed peculiar: three oystercatchers on the cut grass of the Norfolk Showground event venue, their orange beaks flashing neon as they probed for earthworms. Unlike many waders, oystercatchers can nest in peculiar places such as rooftops or roundabouts, as extra protection for their young. Still, to find them here, hemmed in by a dual carriageway, is a surprise. Dad reminds me, from his hospital bed, that the River Yare is close.
