Foxhill, the story today, all day.
A grim day today with hardly a breath of wind but dense fog from morning till night.
On the bright side, one of the dogs went out in the garden at 2115hrs yesterday evening and suddenly stopped dead looking skyward with its head moving side to side listening. From the kitchen I could hear what I thought were dogs at the nearby kennels but when I went out I had a skien of Pink Footed Geese going overhead >NW. I could just make out the shapes of the edge of the skein as they flew passed clouds lit up with the moon but couldnt even start to estimate how many there were.
BS