Country diary: A broken leg and singing crossbills – am I having a strange dream? | Nicola Chester

Inkpen, Berkshire: Drifting in and out of sleep on the woodland floor, I’m in searing pain, but far from aloneIt was nobody’s fault, but here I am, lying on the damp floor of a wood, half a mile from the road. Drifting down with the falling leaves are the voices of two women, too easily accepting of blame. I reassure them and try to sit up, but the high singing in my ears turns to static, the edges of the wood begin to pixelate, and I lie