Cities are not my favourite places. I much prefer the open marshes, the heath strewn with Yellow Gorse or better still the sea. To quote Karen Blixen – the author of Out of Africa – ‘salt water is the cure for all … sweat, tears or the sea’.
Needs must however and from time to time we must take to the metropolis that is Norwich, and so it was last week.
As I walked the shops, high above the city I could hear the scream of falcons; the repeated pitch of a Peregrine luring his mate on the Cathedral. Even here the wild had made the city its home.
What gave me much encouragement was the number of people who stopped and talked to me as I photographed the birds. The thirst for knowledge about these wild creatures was limitless. It’s heartening to know so many are beguiled by wild things.
Letter From Norfolk 