Yet another freezing and bitterly cold morning greeted us as we set off on the early morning walk. I enjoy these mornings mainly because there is nobody about and the solitude is really quite pleasant, just you, the Jack Russell Terrier and the very deep silence.
There's a little bit of icy fog just to increase the atmosphere and occasionally the calls of birds in the orchards and poplars. Then the honking and the sound wing feathers beating and it's a formation of swans passing high overhead, a group of three up in the fog rapidly followed by another pair. No doubt they are going feast on the chopped tops of the harvested sugar beet somewhere out on the fen. I wonder if they've got de-icing equipment on their wings.
Barney and I find some deer tracks in the semi-frozen mud although I should say he finds the scent then I find the cloven hoof prints of what must be a Muntjac that past this way during the dark hours.
On the way back we reach another frosty roof, this time on a Nissen hut, what a great invention they are and even poly tunnels are just a transparent version on the same theme.
I'd love one of each but the boss would only say where are you going to put them?
That's a no then.
Know your place John.
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