The offcumden squirrels have been making nuisances of themselves again.
Venus and an owl.
Spectacular winter light, and a brace of deer.
The early winter weather has been changeable to say the least.
Under self-imposed semi-house-arrest. Phase two of the Squirrel Wars. Binge reading. A brace of anniversaries.
Geese and a genealogist.
My first mole.
Spooked some roe deer.
A cloud sea, some railings, and some photogenic workmen.
A visit from Philip and his phamily.
In which I find an excuse to treat myself to a new rucksack.