Flatlanders

Back home, and picking up the pieces after the end of a big project – pottering in the garden, which is too wet to do anything with, tidying my desk, watching the birds whose feeder I’ve only been able to refill late at night by torchlight up til now.

Cambridgeshire is cold and damp right now – it gets into your bones and reminds me of Dorothy Sayers’ descriptions of the fens, raw, flat and grey. This is winter here. Yesterday the house was shrouded in fog all day, this morning I woke to heavy, straight rain falling without a breath of wind to disturb its course.

Time for fires, and seed catalogues, and getting to grips with Christmas which seems to be racing up with alarming suddenness. And plenty more blogging, hurrah. Happy winter weekend.

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