We have had a mixture of weather this November, which isn't unusual as Novembers are often like that. We have had drizzle and fog; strong warm winds from the south-west; strong cold winds from the north-west; bright days and dull days; sharp frosts and ice. And in 28 days, from seeing the trees still in full foliage, they are now practically bare. Even the most resilient oaks that stalwartly hang on to their bronze leaves are looking decidedly stark and the once green bracken fronds are now pale yellow. They make the dark bramble leaves along the path to Wattlebury village look even darker.
Our friend Robin is noticeable by his presence - ever upbeat and Solomon Song Thrush lifts your spirits as he sings so beautifully to brighten the shortening days. Mr and Mrs Blackbird too are still darting low across the path enjoying the last of the autumn berries.
Our friend Robin is noticeable by his presence - ever upbeat and Solomon Song Thrush lifts your spirits as he sings so beautifully to brighten the shortening days. Mr and Mrs Blackbird too are still darting low across the path enjoying the last of the autumn berries.
We are lucky in having a ready supply of food dished out to us on a daily basis, but we do like to visit Nan and Grandad at the kitchen window for warm toast in the mornings. Gordon xxx
Dolly strains her neck to espy the pot of carefully cut up toast which lives on the windowsill
