So, what should I write about tonight? Nothing? OK, nothing it is because the day has been nothing if not desultory. I'm only taking short walks at the moment because the chill winds, the unremittingly grey skies, and the resultant low light are keeping my spirits inward looking. Tonight we expect a storm to come through overnight and through the morning.
And the short perambulations have produced only two bits of news of note: Two of the fields in Church Lane have now been ploughed but not raked and sown, and a man in a passing car stopped and asked whether I'd encountered any sheep on the road. I hadn't.
Will that do?
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