Last winter we found a tiny, orange kitten in the rubbish bin
trash can up the road from our house. Some of our neighbours chose to ignore him but we didn’t and he immediately became a huge part of our strange little family. Lord Pfeffernuss of Balcony was FIV+ so we knew that his life wouldn’t be long, and yet somehow we were totally unprepared for the day he died. True to form, he was feisty to the end.
As tornado survivor stories and gruesome headlines from Woolwich continue to compete for our attention, daily life continues in Cabril. Our tiny garden keeps growing, the river keeps running and the birds keep singing. The tractors keep ploughing and the farmers keep farming. The dogs keep barking and the rabbits keep hiding. But Cabril is just a tiny bit quieter now and suddenly it feels a whole lot smaller.