Awake before dawn, but there's a robin singing merrily to himself, and a blackbird chooking quietly telling him it's too early.
You're awake now though, so up and go and have a look at the world...pull on a jumper, it's chilly, and get the kettle on
Nose out of the door, and it's looking promising. Brew up, think about breakfast.....go for a walk around instead. Spot the rabbits, and catch a glimpse of the fox. Hear but can't quite see the deer. Realise that it's grown light and the dawn chorus is really in full orchestral mode
think breakfast, so wander back round to the house. Get the fire going and burrow through the fridge....eggs, sausage, bacon, mushrooms, tomatoes, thick bread and butter, find the sauce... and another brew up.
Happy man
Clear up, decide you're going back out
Jacket, boots, bag, hat, camera (do you have a dog, I forgot to put the dog in the story) and off out.
It's been mild, really mild, and there's still munchies to forage. Rosehips worth a nibble, a few sodden wet and really tart brambles, wild cress, dockens, nettles too, and there are mushrooms still popping up. Stirring through the leaf litter, all kind of muted now and ready to mulch down...there's an old puffball, and it's still worth a kick to see the cloud come out and spread around
Get a good walk in, breath showing cold and white as you slog through the muddy overgrown bits.
Sun's starting to come up, low and sharp in the eyes, not used to the glare at this time of year.
Something bright in the dark of the wood though, so duck down and wriggle through to have a look, and it's a holly with berries
Cut a bit, feel good about the world, wish it all well, and head on home with a bit of Christmas cheer.
Merry Christmas Cameron
cheers,
Toddy
