A day for staying close to home. Sophie and Angus have an early morning walk across country . We return to The Rickety Old Farmhouse through the hazelnut grove and the garden. It's one of those days when it's dry for three minutes, then rains for five. It does this over and over. Sometimes, for variety, there's a hint of sleet. Sophie, it goes without saying, loves it.
In Scotland you knew if it was going to be a harsh winter by the density of berries on the Cotoneaster. Natures way of providing food for the birds. Here, the bushes by the village church are thick with them. If this is anything to go by it's going to be a cold Christmas. Angus returns home and orders some insulating tape to block up the chinks around the front door where the wind manages to find its way in. The Rickety Old Farmhouse is a haven for wind channeling chinks and cracks which hide until it gets cold and then open up. I would usually pop into the hardware store for the insulating tape but the incidence of Covid has suddenly shot up and is now much higher than the numbers for London. Thankfully it will be delivered here , by post, tomorrow.
Sometimes this song can be saccharine but here's a very adult version from Sweden that has echoes of endless pine forests. The string backing is very atmospheric :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VccYMDTSgYY&list=RDMM&start_radio=1