Our last ever Art Trail is over and the near silence of unselfconscious life can happily settle back in the cwm. The Elephant Hawk Moth caterpillar is turning black as a sign of wanting to pupate. Its life of munching willow herb is over and next year it will become a pretty pink and green moth. Frog is poised on the edge of a bucket and the Palmate Newt is moving side to side over the surface of a cast iron bird. Fox is about to leap on something hidden in the grass. It turned out to be only three or four mouthfuls worth.