Christmas song #6

Sophie is loaded into the back of the car. The biting wind on our morning walk has again done remarkable things to her coat. Todays look is less goat and more 'bouffant' sheep. A trim of the long hair around here eyes is overdue. Purist PON owners might disparage the 'trimmed' look but we've found that a PON that can see what's going on is a PON that is calm and affable.

In a neighbouring village a sign on a door. We are not the only people to live in a 'Wee Hoose'. Today we're out visiting the village primary school Christmas Fayre. Angus is instructed to pop in and buy a cake. This requires engaging in small talk of the ' How are you settling in ?' variety before handing over a collection of banknotes to purchase a lacklustre Victoria sponge. On such transactions are civic virtues built. Everyone wants to talk to Sophie so it turns out my small talk skills can be saved for another day.

On our way back to the car we see a lady peering intently at a Christmas tree. 'Can you hear it ?' she says as we pass. From somewhere behind the tree a sold wall of sound emerges. We think it might be tape recorded birdsong. It's certainly unnaturally loud.  Turns out that the hedge behind the tree is home to scores of birds all in full voice.  This is unusual. Why are they there in such numbers and singing ? It is a dawn chorus of epic proportions.

We are not sure what to make of this seasonal decoration in a garden.

 And so to England for Christmas song #6 :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MrweXsImVhg&list=PL2LnIk0_D3cbNSORYp7OBOGKbdkV472LB