Now the mornings are becoming increasingly bright early on, we sometimes manage a "hoof up the hill" to start the day. Today was wonderful atmospheric, trees looming out of the dense fog - beautiful shapes silhouetted against the thick air. The ash tree here making a wonderful pattern of branches.
A marvellously tuneless cacophony, hundreds of birds chattering away in a sycamore becoming ever more vocal, until we were nearly underneath them, then the large flock of starlings took off, and suddenly all was quiet again.