14 December 2018

Venus was at her most Venusian shortly before dawn this cold and frosty morning, hanging high and bright in the sky above our gate.

A trip to the garden centre for a Christmas tree and a couple of sprigs of mistletoe. You make your own luck is my motto.

Mistletoe

A redwing was tugging at an enormous worm under the sycamore as I turned into the drive. My first of the winter. Redwing, I mean, not worm. Actually, come to think of it, both. Gorgeous little winter visitors. Our smallest thrush. Winter isn’t winter until you’ve seen a redwing.

By Richard Carter

Richard Carter is a writer and photo­grapher living in Hebden Bridge, West Yorkshire. Website · Facebook · Twitter · Newsletter · Book

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