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My Apartment Budapest. Once, my mum saw a blackbird and a hedgehog fighting over a dog turd. This might be the first time my mum gets mentioned in one of my articles — she'll be proud of that. I did see a hare at End Of The Road this year.
It was a brown hare; I've never seen a mountain hare. We played Bestival and they had red squirrels which I loved as a child and I managed to see one on the festival site.
I also knew that the woods we were in had dormice and I've never seen one and would love to. I walked walk around the trees but with no luck. The song 'Black Doe' is actually about a fallow deer, but I shot myself in the foot as the lyrics mention "black doe, black roe," so I will probably have points deducted by the deer nerds.
The song is about being in the woods and coming up really close to a doe and her fawn. I love deer — if you look closely into a deer's eyes you are not looking at a dumb animal, you can tell that you are eye-to-eye with a sentient creature. There is a wood near me that is the best-preserved medieval hunting forest in England. It's called Hatfield Forest and it is right next to Stansted airport and it's beautiful.
I love it there — it's the nearest I get to being in a church in my life. I have taken my friends there who are 'London people' and they weren't used to being out in the woods like that and they didn't see anything - no wildlife at all - simply because they weren't tuned in. You have to be very still and very patient and just wait and see what's there. They just missed everything.
I hadn't really realised that that was a learned skill. For me, if I am in woodland, there is still the slight ancestral memory in which my awareness goes up. It's as if I am relaxed but there is a little bit of me that switches on to being intensely aware of my surrounds and what's behind me. It's a magical feeling. I've always liked watching things. You have to have your peripheral vision on. And, it's also about the things you realised you have learned. I really like owls and quite often if I am out walking I will hear a wren, or something, doing an alarm call and I'll know there is an owl about.
You realise that other birds are communicating that there is a predator about, so you know to look for the predator. There are little clues like that. The next time you are on a train, look out of the window and search a field and if you see a lump and if it has ears with a black tip, you will definitely be seeing a hare. They are quite sandy in colour.
I get laughed at because I can spot a hare in a field and everyone else just thinks it is a blob. But, I've got really good at knowing the shape. I've never touched one, I'd love too. At End of The Road there was one ten feet away, which is probably the closet I've been. It was just bumbling around backstage. My friend said it was a tame performing hare and I actually believed him for a while.
If anyone has any hares that they just need someone to cuddle, them I'm always available. The circumstantial evidence was enough to condemn the woman to death. Every notable trait that the hare possesses has inspired its own legends, but all are there for a sound survival reason.
That split lip, for example, is often said to be an injury sustained when a trickster hare took a practical joke too far and earned himself a smack in the face. In reality, it simply allows him to get his teeth to the base of a plant stem more easily. With no kind of burrow or other safe haven to hide in, it has to be able to outrun each and every native predator — and it can. When it comes to picking a mate, the ability to run hard, fast and strong is desired above all.
Madness, devilry, feminine wiles and the shifting mood of the moon: all of these come together in the reality and mythology of the hare as winter comes to an end. You might see hares chase and box at other times, but head for open fields on a brightly moonlit March night for your best chance to see the spectacle.
The males anxiously follow the larger, more self-assured females and give chase when their romantic target sprints playfully away. At the same time, they attempt to see off rival males. If a male tries to get too close too soon, the female stands up on her hind feet and turns on him, striking with her forepaws, forcing him to defend himself and they box and leap and rush together and apart in a wild dance. Only those males that demonstrate enough stamina and commitment will be permitted to mate, but it will not be many weeks before the females seek male attention again.
The times when a female hare is not receptive to an eager male are, therefore, few and far between. The time they devote to courtship and coupling, and the speed at which they breed, means that hares are seen as icons of fertility.
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