Walking out on a frosty morning earlier this week, I found my self looking over the gate into this field. It looked beautiful; all crisp and white with the skeletons of the trees set against a winter sky. You can’t see it in the photo but there was a gorgeous male pheasant in the field – a welcome flash of crimson against the frost. Altogether it set me to thinking – the next field, the one just beyond the hedge-line, has just begun to be developed into a new housing estate. It used to look like this. This field has now become the edge of suburbia, the beginning of the wild. Behind me, about five minutes walk away is the local school – that too used to be a field (much to the surprise of my daughter when we recently did her local history project – ‘See that cow in that field in the picture? That’s where your classroom is now’).
Change isn’t all bad, change and development is often both necessary and inevitable. It only makes me realise just how much we should all probably look around us as we go – we don’t know when it won’t be there anymore.