I look up at the sound of a Jay chucketing. In an Ash tree on the edge of a sky pond, a well-grown fledgling is insisting it’s still hungry and its parent delivers.

Raindrops hurtle down to me. It’s disorientating but astonishing. We take drops of water falling out of the sky for granted. Knowing how the water cycle works doesn’t make it any less miraculous.

A Swift-fish swims across the sky pond and then flips back.

In the woodland clearing, a Red Campion flower is jewelled with pond splash.