Sue and I were out walking yesterday above Peak Forest, near Tideswell.   At the top of the ridge we were climbing we came across a flock of starling ‘murmurating’.   The word’s not in many dictionaries.   It means, as a solid phalanx of some thousands, starlings twisting, turning and skimming across the sky until they eventually come down to rest.   The energy and synchronization of their acrobatics is exciting and exhilarating to watch.   It’s one of those experiences which gives you just a glimpse of the power and restless beauty of the gift of life