Progress and Progression: When MS and Modern Life Intersect

There is a field at the end of our lane, just a few dozen yards beyond our cottage. I should say there was a field. This rough patch of ground has been owned by a builder friend of ours for a number of years. While the economy was in the tank, there wasn’t even thought of building anything on this T-shaped plot of about 15 acres. In the years we’ve been living next to this field, there have been horses and sheep illegally quartered there by people looking of a bit of grass for their animals, a family of donkeys put there every winter (with the owner’s permission), and seasonal raids during which we’ve foraged for everything from nettles and wild garlic to wild primroses and sloe fruit for gin. We’ve also picked buckets and buckets of wild blackberries at the end of each summer. Our puppies played with the donkeys. We met one foal just moments after she was born, and the mare pushed her to me so that she might get to know us. We called her Baby, and she was still wet from birth as she sucked on my earlobe thinking it might give her a bit of a meal. We also took the dogs over to chase after the scores of bunnies and hares that hopped around in the long summer evenings. The call of the occasional cock pheasant or the bark of a vixen fox could be heard now and then. We tried to pick the wild sour cherries ahead of the birds but seldom got more than a handful of nearly-ripe fruit. My Blackberries Are Gone — I Cannot Walk Further With planning permission running out, ...
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