Thanet, Kent, 997 AD
Thanet, Kent, 997 ADThe donkey picked its way along the wooded ridge trail, dappled by the June sunlight, where the speckled brown butterflies flittered over the large, white, purple-streaked petals of wood anemones. Folcwin sighed happily, what better time to be outdoors than the bird and flower month? As if in response to his thoughts, a woodpecker hammered at a towering beech and nuthatches and tree creepers abounded. The birds and darting butterflies made his soul rejoice—how good to be sturdy and exuberant!
Donkey and monk dropped down from the woodlands onto a meadow and the landscape changed, still blessed by sunlight and a gentle breeze, the scribe gloried in the wild flowers, shining and wet, the dew-laden daisies mingling with buttercups catching the sun in
