BRITISH LIBRARY: Knepp Nightingales
One sunny spring evening, I wandered out from my studio. I froze. What was that incredible sound. It was my first nightingale. And I’ve been obsessed ever since. Each spring, Knepp kindly gives me permission…
One sunny spring evening, I wandered out from my studio. I froze. What was that incredible sound. It was my first nightingale. And I’ve been obsessed ever since. Each spring, Knepp kindly gives me permission…