The days are starting to lengthen noticeably, with some evening dog walks in daylight, provided that I get home early enough, and on some clear mornings it is almost light by the time I get back with the dogs before heading off to work. This photo is from Croft Hill at about 7.00am on Monday, a particularly clear morning. About the only aspect I don’t like about winter are the short days. I don’t mind the cold, or the wet (oh, alright, I’m not a huge fan of the wet) but I loathe dark mornings. Waking up in the dark is unnatural, and need a good 30 minutes of quiet preparation for the day, with the morning paper and a pint of tea. At the moment I have to clock-watch, as, with Chantal still poorly, I have to take the dogs out and be back in time to beat the worst of the traffic during the morning commute. I am not coping well. Thanks to weather and late shifts I haven’t cycled to work for three weeks, and it will be a struggle when I next get on my bike. Maybe next week.
Update on Chantal – improving, but fed up when the doctor confirmed that the chest infection is still not budging, and prescribed a different antibiotic.
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
