After an absence of two and a half weeks, a light lunch on the hoof whilst walking the perimeter of the meadow.
White with frost and a hint of un-thawed snow in the shadow of the hedges, I'd hoped that if it was still snow covered that there might be some wildlife tracks to identify.
Just a few yellow brown leaves on the trees along the north boundary, everything else has dropped away and most of the rose-hips have gone.
In the south-west corner where previously there were fox hairs caught on the fence, some chewed rose-hips on the ground, but not sure what has been eating them.
Not much wildlife apart from a couple of crows leaving the top of the the tallest ash tree. In the field behind the large oak is surrounded by a frosted carpet of golden brown oak leaves.
At the end of the green lane a couple of lesser-spotted chavvy youths with extra layers of Lacoste and accompanying small ugly dogs.
Back at home a few more packs of meadow seeds have arrived, now in the fridge for false wintering until the ground is soft enough for sowing them in.
I think it'll be a few days indoors catching up with plans and paperwork rather than anything great in the great outdoors.
I've just finished reading the excellent and inspiring The Tree House Diaries by Nick Weston. Quite light and upbeat in style, it details six months living and surviving in a woodland tree-house in Sussex. It's packed with fine recipes and sensible and practical observations.
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