Gorse Fox left home as the pre-dawn light showed a few filaments of dark cloud silhouetted against the sky. At Crossbush he swung down the hill and saw the shadowy splendour of the Castle and the Gothic Cathedral rising above the thick mist of autumn that filled the valley. Dawn was still an hour away.
As he cruised north from Winchester the golden orb of the morning sun rose behind the hills and cast a pink glow in the vestigial cloud and then blanketted the tops of the Berkshire Downs before finally launching itself from the hill tops to flood the world with light.
The wonder of nature never ceases to fill the Gorse Fox with awe.
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