There is a light somewhere

Two donkeys advanced towards me in lock step across the field. I hadn't seen them there before and I stopped to pass the time of day.

I have been tempted by donkeys many times. You can foster them, in pairs, from  The Donkey Sanctuary in Devon, if you have the correct conditions to offer, but friends who have done this tell me the selection process is extremely stringent. You have to undergo a number of interviews and home visits before you are approved and, in addition, you are required to pass a written examination on the health and welfare of donkeys.

Of the two today,  one concentrated on munching the tuft of grass I proffered. This one just stared at me, owl-like and unblinking, from fathomless, peat-pool eyes under  craggy  brows. Whether it was very old or very care-worn I do not know but it seemed to be silently conveying some profound wisdom. Donkeys have this mesmerising poignancy about them.