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Country diary: Just me, a cuckoo and a misty moor

West Dartmoor, Devon: I feel increasingly lucky to see this eccentric annual visitor. On this occasion, just the call will do

A dense, early morning fog blanketed the moorland valley. From my garden I could just make out submerged shapes of scattered stone buildings, soft silhouettes of trees skirting the hillside, the pale disc of the rising sun like a pill dissolving in the mist. I stood and waited, listening hard for the sound that had brought me outside.

Then it came again, cutting through the damp air, two notes repeated with the rhythm of a heartbeat: Cuck-oo. Cuck-oo. Cuck-oo.

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