SOUTHWOLD ARTS FESTIVAL ~ The Last Cuckoo by Nigel Forde with Andrew Harrison

“I never felt passionate about birds. And then…. I drove down here last night and a Barn Owl flew across my windscreen like a sift of wind through oatmeal, like a flaw in the glass. And I stopped and turned off the engine and listened. Nothing. Just the car ticking with heat. And then I heard them. The owls. Calling. The definition of night. They were there. It was good.”