I was walking back along North Hill last week after seeing Limbo at Jackson’s Lane – a busy road on a busy evening – when I heard bird song. Surprised at any bird braving what was a fairly chilly dark night, let alone giving voice, I stopped to listen. Apologies for the traffic noise but …
Winter bird song
Snow!
Coming down hard enough to show off those tractor treads on my new Grubs boots. And it kept on coming as I walked down the road to my path onto the heath. I’ll take you down. Once on the heath I was positively mobbed by snowmen. I have never seen so many of them. What …