On Friday, it being this week a year ago that Storm Arwen hit, to inspect the woodland which was laid flat and most of which still lies brown and dead, a strange kind of memorial to an extraordinary event. By the time we got in there it was too dark to see if we could find our way through, too dark really for a decent picture but this demonstrates the problem...........
Just before we`d gone into the wood, several hundred geese - the most I think I`ve ever seen at one time - had lifted up from a field in the distance and circled round and round, silhouetted against the horizon. By the time we came out they had disappeared, settled back in the field for the night perhaps, and the silence was deafening in the still atmosphere.
Today we set off a little earlier, about quarter to three, not long before the sun disappeared,
so most of the walk was done under a pale blue evening light
with the last of the sun tinging the clouds a soft pink.
More geese flying over as we turned for home though not in such huge numbers, a sliver of waxing moon briefly appearing over the horizon before sinking again and the first few stars. Winter magic.
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