A dark and dismal morning in the shire. Not nice out there but warm and cosy in the kitch and there is bacon a sizzling in the pan. Through the now lightening window the branches of trees are buffeted by the winter wind.
The herd came through at four minutes to midnight last night. Stayed lakeside for five mins or so before naturally continuing on their regular migration route. Presumably. Fox came briefly at twelve minutes to five. The twain have hitherto not met.
THG has left for the gym on her bike. Two weights classes this morning. Hardcore.