I was blissfully thinking we had our winter over and done with and it would return to mild and gentle weather, but it was not to be. Now at 4pm there is a brief respite from the wind and snow, and the temperature struggling up to minus 3.
My desk overlooks where I feed the birds, which is fascinating and distracting. Just now 9 Long tailed tits all landed in unison on a collection of fat-balls and pecked eagerly at the seed.
Darkness is falling now and tomorrow more snow is due.
Actually it only lasted half a day, but when it was gone and some slightly weedy winter sunshine caught the distant hill sides it did look particularly lovely. Our village church nestles in the valley and our house nearby beckons with a promise of tea by the woodburner after a brisk walk.