2 August 1919 With the crack of the falling tree, a few birds, blackcaps and a pair of doves, flew straight up, alarmed by the uncommon noise
Surrey
The first sheaves of oats on the hillside shone yellow in this morning’s sun, and the stubble crinkled underfoot on the way up to the oak wood, where the late shoots covered with young light green leaves made every branch appear from the distance as though it were tipped with gold. Beyond the oaks there is a long plantation of larch and fir, with a big straggling ash here and there; woodmen were clearing out some of the overgrown mass of timber, a disturbed stoat ran across the trackway; above, a squirrel went almost as readily from top to top of tall trees; from the hollow where a rough pit has been dug the sound of a two-handled saw mixed pleasantly with the sharper note of the axe and the crack of a falling fir.
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