Sophie is up at 6:42.
Her sleep has been interrupted by a) fireworks ( half a dozen rather tame rockets ) b) the 'tikes'' with a seemingly limitless supply of firecrackers c) singing from the village hall and d) a flow of villagers in search of a glass - or two - or in some cases three - of champagne. You'd think ( hope ) that this morning she'd like a long lie in. Not a bit of it !
The mornings are already getting noticeably lighter. On our start of day walk we notice that someone has added two flower pot 'installations ' to the bus shelter.
A quiet .... but sensible way to usher in a New Year and a new decade. We are both rather surprised that it is the third decade of the century. The second one seems to have flashed past in the twinkling of an eye.
The last sunset of the year. Sophie is content that her flock is safe and that her skills as shepherd and guardian remain unrivaled.