Down the road, early evening

The cold moist air is refreshing on the skin, the sky is lit in bands of blue-grey and lilac.

A fieldfare flies from the chestnut tree with a whirring trill.

Tredaniel plan d'eau, morning

The heron has been here often lately, it flies off but reluctantly.

The maples have no more leaves now, but abundant clusters of stiff brown keys linger on the twigs.

Hill above Henon, morning

I have secateurs and gloves, and cut some sprigs of well-berried holly.  Molly loses me, but after I've returned to fetch her, she tracks me back to the holly tree.

Tredaniel plan d'eau, morning

Two herring gulls and two black-headed (their heads winter white), float serenely in a group; they are symmetrical in two planes, sometimes like bookends and always reflecting in the water.

Tredaniel plan d'eau, morning.

The leafmould underfoot is thick, brown and slippery, with splitting acorns making specks of pink amongst it.  A few last yellow flickers of birch leaves still light the uppermost twigs.

Tredaniel plan d'eau, morning.

A  flock of long-tailed tits enliven the trees and bushes as they often do here; are they the same ones or is it just somewhere long-tailed tits like to come?