Marcia Wright
I woke early again. At 4 a.m. But I took the opportunity to have my own personal celebration of May Day and the Dawn Chorus. I grabbed a cuppa and threw open my bedroom windows. Wrapped in a warm blanket I listened to all the sounds of the birds in full song, as dawn slowly broke. It was fantastic. And I remembered the words of a Padstow song from fifty years ago:
“Unite and unite and let us all unite
For summer is acome unto day
And whither we are going we will all unite,
In the merry, merry morning of May.”