An autumnal walk and a wintry book.
Felling a leylandii.
Our wood-sorrel seems to have survived its latest haircut.
Spotted on the Moor this Inglorious Twelfth: hen harriers (0); red grouse (0); gamekeepers (1).
A bullfinch and a reluctant cocker spaniel.
A pair of coal tits.
Jackdaws and rooks.
Eighteen years to the day since we moved in.
The loss of a local landmark.