Country diary: there’s a telltale musky smell beneath the plum tree

Caistor St Edmund, Norfolk: Badgers have marked out their territory by anointing their droppings with scent from glands under their tailsThe last of the Victoria plums are rotting on the ground. I step around them, avoiding the sticky mess and gorging wasps. The air has a sweet alcoholic tang, like the day after a big party. Peacock butterflies and red admirals flit from fallen fruit, drinking the fermented juices. Docile and plum-drunk, a peacock lands on my hand. Its false eyes blink at me, as the wings, all tatty now, slowly open and shut.I scavenge a couple of partly edible… Source – Full Article