Sparkler

It was a cold day with hardly a cloud in the sky, I watched the sun set from high up in the Park under the canopy of a small beech tree.  It was one of the rare occasions here it seems when there was no cloud on the western horizon. 

The park was full of fieldfares again, and just after the sun went down I heard a tawny owl hoot from its roost that I found yesterday.  

A busy day, as all days are at the moment.  The house is freezing cold but for our living room with the stove, getting up in the dark in the morning after a freezing cold night is difficult at the moment.  Central heating has made us soft.  C grew up down the road in a cold farmhouse where there was frost on the inside of the windows in the morning.  My Mum used to tell us stories of mornings when her grandparents' false teeth were frozen in glasses next to the bed.