Chapter 29

“Feels old,” said Phil. And he subsided into silence, too.

It was still quite early, midmorning at the latest. With his head tilted back against the stone, Laurie shut his eyes and allowed himself, for the first time since ithad happened, to feel the bones of the land underneath him. There was a blackbird singing in one of the trees over the pool. The far-away baa-ing of the sheep was a constant. The almost permanent kee-kee of the buzzard further along the ridge, catching the thermals and circling to look for prey, being moved along by the mobbing crows, they were all sounds as familiar to him as his own breathing.

The sunlight was becoming stronger now and he could feel it on his face. And the dapples of the beech-leaves as they moved in the light breeze that swept up the side of the hill, filtering the sunlight and then shifting out of the way again, caused the light behind his eyes to change from white to pale green.