
February, 2021: Crouched between bushes at the top of a steep hill, listening and watching for activity.
First sighting from inside the perimeter: a huge hare, bounding between stacks of scattered concrete beams, beams left like a child’s building blocks to gradually erode and gather moss and become part of the Irish landscape.
Alone, then. Hares aren’t known for liking human activity. We scramble down, and in.
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