Goodnight friends! The damp grey air has simmered a little, featureless, looming concrete blanket of clouds sinking down, holding in wamth overnight. A fairly rapid 10° rise up to about 12 or 13°c, cut through by a cold breeze from time to time, a wind thick with the mouldering and mineral scent of late autumn rains lurking somewhere nearby. A fresh crop of little mushrooms, smooth and pale brown like pebbles, rise up among the moss.
A bit of recovery needed still, but getting back to mobility, eased by the warmth if not the damp. Adjusting to the slight psychological weight of the monitoring ring, feeling just a bit heavier than a tiny loop of plastic should. A gentle walk in the churchyard with my girlfriend, vainly trying to stop her dog rolling in all sorts of interesting things.
May we share stories and worries and joys with each other today!
Image ID: Photo of the bristling canopy of a scots pine tree, bottlebrush tufts of needles at the tips of skinny spiderweb branches, all near-black against a flat colourless sky.
