With Open Eyes

This Is Not A Single Story Although You Will Find Some Tales Among Its Pages. It Started Off As Observations Just Scribbled Down After I Had Returned From My Walks Out In The Countryside. It Was For My Own Benefit Really, Just So I Would Be Able, In Later Years To Look Back On My JottingS And Remember. Then It Started To Take Hold, I Began To Write About Everything Because Everything Seemed To Have A Story To Tell. I Think It Was Maybe My Questioning Nature. You See I CanT Help But Wonder Why Why Is That Song Thrush Singing Atop That Holly Bush, Or What That Aged Yew Tree May Have Seen Through Its Long Life? Then There Are Just Happenings, Which Perhaps Mean Nothing Until You Stop And Think About Them. A Frosty January Morning Or A Heat Filled August Day, This Is What This Little Book Is All About. Some Of The Essays In This Book Happened, Some DidnT, Some Of Them Might Have Done, But We Will Never Know. Others Well They Are A Mixture Of Both Fact And Little Bit Of Artistic License, Which I Believe Authors Are Allowed To Use. I Will Make No Apologies If You DonT Like What You Are About To Read, But I Really Hope You Do. And I Would Like To Think I Have Managed To Put Into Words Some Of The Enjoyment Being Outdoors Has Given Me. Then Perhaps When You Put This Book Down You Might Be Tempted To Step Outside And See WhatS Really Out There. You Might Just Get A Surprise.