As Strix flew back to his regal tree (there is no place like…..) from delivering his first week’s MM Links to Gen2’s nest on the “ fringe of gold on a beggar's mantle”, he marvelled at the verdant valleys and forests that still adorn the British countryside. A deer, with his does, lifted his head to watch him as he passed. Rabbits scuttled swiftly to safety in the hedges.
And as he winged his way a tune came into his head and he started to hoot:
“Of all the trees that grow so fair,
Old England to adorn ……”