If Nature could speak, what would it say?
A conversation between myself and the Schwarzenberg (for reference this is the grumpy mountain I talk about here).
Schwarzenberg: I haven’t seen you this week, do you want to come over and hang out?
Me: Sure, let me grab my coat
S: You don’t need that, it’s July
Me: It’s waterproof
S: Trust me
2 hours later. Rebecca is sat on a tree log, listening to the patter of raindrops and feeling smug and dry.*
*this was inspired by Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, a play I read this week in which I gloriously dived back into the wizarding world and felt like I was given the opportunity to give (some of) my favourite characters a big ‘I missed you hug’.