Holiday weather.

 The blog was neglected in the rush towards some time off. I'll do a catch up shortly. 

Weather has been nice on the whole, but we could see the storm coming. Gusts of 50 to 60mph are not good news, snow at this time of year, most unwelcome. The house is sheltered from the north, so it has not been as cold inside as it might have been, but still needing the heating cranked up, chilly and not so much fun when the boiler blew out this morning.

It was snowing early evening and by this morning there was a fair covering with the wind making everything hard to do outside. Back to three pairs of trousers, two coats, two hats and a hood etc. Looking out, it's snowing again now. The cold and the wind combined to rip into the garden, a good job we've not done much.

Daffodils and snow.

The Rooks were mighty hungry, and surprisingly cautious, perhaps the wind limiting their escape options making them so.

Rooks, photographed through the kitchen window.

Rookery.

Hopefully the nests will survive the wind.

This week I have been listening to: Bicep (again); Pihka is My Name; Natalie Prass (1st album); James Yorkston and the Secondhand Orchestra, The Wide, Wide River (new album, magic); Gia Margaret.

 We watched Faces Places last night. Brilliant; anyone interested in photography and in the cinema shouldn't miss this gem.