To come to the end of a time of anxiety and fear! To feel the cloud that hung over us lift and disperse - that cloud that dulled the heart and made happiness no more than a memory! This at least is one joy that must have been known by almost every living creature.

One cloud feels lonely.

Dangerous thing, a name. Someone might catch hold of you by it, mightn't they?

They're all so much afraid of the Council that they're not afraid of anything else.

People who record birdsong generally do it very early-before six o'clock-if they can. Soon after that, the invasion of distant noise in most woodland becomes too constant and too loud.

Our children's children will hear a good story.

I certainly think that 10 to 20 years from now, clearly the majority of veterinarians will be women.