Heres a note to those who love to frequent the Cartford's beer garden, luxuriating in the view of the river and fells and the song of the birds. It may sound daft when you'd almost despaired of summer's arrival, but we'll soon witness a poignant symbol of its passing. Around the end of the month the song of the blackbird and – increasingly rarely the thrush – will falter and fade. Days later the last songbird will sound the last melancholy note and evenings thereafter will be eerily silent. It is, indeed, Nature's way.
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