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Written by Stu Harris
I stepped out onto the hotel patio at dusk, my favourite time of the day, when Bats flit in the purple sky and the Owls, woken from their daytime slumber become active, noisy, the socialites of the night. Then daytime arrives and although all I can hear are Finches and Sparrows the Owls and Bats are still out there somewhere, but, no matter how many times I walk those woods, no matter how much I strain my neck looking up amongst the deepest darkest branches I have yet to see them. The transformation between night time and daytime is…