A DARK TANGLE of alder branches; a scattering of light reflected on water; a solitary coot swimming amongst a forest of gently swaying reeds, its legs leaving a pattern of concentric ripples that play a game of cause and effect on the water surface: these are the simple, unassuming moments experienced by Sarah Gillespie on her regular walks at Slapton Ley, a nature reserve close to her South Devon home. Their familiar presence has woven itself into the fabric of her life, becoming as natural a part of her existence as breathing; a rhythm as regular as the beating of her heart. But they are more ...
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