The soundscape yesterday was all about the wind and we went out more or less in defiance of it, straight into its teeth on the way up the road. It felt like it was blowing straight through my head, in at the nose and out through the ears.
More sheltered at ground level in the woods naturally but it still sounded as if the surf was up, the tops of the trees thrashing wildly around, some of them creaking as they swayed so if you shut your eyes you could imagine being on a clipper, bowling round the Cape of Good Hope.
Trees at their shiny best....
and the coos are oot (been out for a while actually) and came to inspect us as we tottered back down the road.
It`s all quietened down today though it`s been grey and cool and in this part of the world doesn`t do any harm to be prepared........we`re only 28 days from the shortest night......
No comments:
Post a Comment