Wind

[azziria]

Woken at ten to five this morning by thoughts of ships and the sound of a high wind in the branches of the big sycamore at the bottom of our garden.

Went out at half six to run a couple of miles before breakfast. Still dark, and very gusty, with a waning crescent moon riding high among wind-driven shreds of cloud. Strangely exhilerating. And it didn't rain until I'd got far enough that the inevitable squall was refreshing rather than grim :-)

A good start to the day.

Comments

[pinkdormouse.livejournal.com]

I'm sure I saw a Red Kite hovering over the verge yesterday. I should have mentioned it when I could still remember where I was at the time.

Gina

[azziria.livejournal.com]

I've seen them a couple of times over the M25, which always seems odd to me for some reason!

[pinkdormouse.livejournal.com]

It was somewhere just north of there so maybe I wasn't getting my birds of prey confused.

Little Owls are quite common round here. The stupid things like standing on white lines in the middle of the road though.

Gina

[azziria.livejournal.com]

You're not far from me, are you? Stowmarket, is it? Better countryside round you than round Cambridge, anyway (although the Fens do sort of grow on you eventually, especially in the winter when the swans are here).

The only thing I've ever done in Stowmarket is bounce on a bouncy castle. *pointless fact there*

[pinkdormouse.livejournal.com]

We're about 5 miles on the Bury side of Stowmarket. Very rural (only 12 houses and a chicken plant).

I'll be in Cambridge tomorrow night, probably, to see Rome Burns playing The Boat Race.

Gina