In a different time, but not so long ago… on a spring walk, in the Forest of Dean, following the circular route that encompasses The Speech House, we came upon a small pond. A natural space to stop and reflect, finding shade in the heat. After a while we noticed some movement in the water, close to the edge. And there they were, in all their black glory, swimming in the sun, evolved from the spawn, on the cusp of frog-hood!
“There’s a part of every living thing that wants to become itself: the tadpole into the frog, the chrysalis into the butterfly, a damaged human being into a whole one.”