a chilly damp day here in our little valley and the larder is bare.
set out for the dentist and then our weekly shop this morning only to find a mysteriously dead battery not powering pippin. unload myself, back indoors to a very excited cody (had only been gone a few moments!) so tidy up, check e-mail before hiking to the farm shop for emergency supplies to keep us going until tomorrow.
no traffic on the lane today...nice when you have no pavement to walk on and the road is only slightly wider than a car!
this meant a peaceful walk and time to enjoy myself.
the mystery berry bush out the back of our yard has been chock full of birds for two days now, after months and months of being ignored...i am wondering what subtle change has occured to make them flock there en mass?
yesterday for the first time ever in our yard there was a wren bobbing around and she came back today as well...funny how she appeared the moment i looked out of the window. it reminded me of a walk up the hill last week i had one follow me part of the way...it just hopped from branch to branch alongside me. i now wonder if the wren has some message for me? i will have to wait and see.
the stream down the hill on my journey is rushing wildly at the moment, flowing through the garden of Crumble Cottage where the potter lives. the trees are all bare now and so we now see clearly up to the hills surrounding us so closely...
i love to see the hills, imagining the settlements that once stood there, the roundhouses clustered inside their protective bounderies.
imagining the views the ancestors once had.
a wilder, free land