Remembering the lark

I bought Nicola Benedetti's new CD, Fantasie, yesterday and it includes a lovely version of The Lark Ascending. I have a number of versions of that piece and it reminds me of the day I left Aviva and spent the day wandering around Southwold buying fish. I walked back from the harbour across the marshes and stopped to watch a lark ascending and singing as it went. It was a beautiful sunny day and I had the time to just wait and watch and listen. The lark goes so high that you loose sight of it but you can still hear the song and that happened that day.

My memories of larks go back to my childhood when I would "go over the field" near our house and lay in the grass watching and listening to the larks during the holidays.