The last for nights have bought a hard frost to St Potan.
AT least the house is nice and warm with the new double glazing and the wood burner chucking out some serious heat.
The weekends before Xmas sees the local hunt out blasting anything that moves just to make sure they have something on their plate for the festive season.
We have taken no chances and stuck high viz jackets on the dogs.
The hard frost doesn't stop Shep digging deep for mice, and to our horror actually caught one this week and swallowed it whole.
Despite the cold, it's still a pleasant quiet walk across the countryside.
No comments:
Post a Comment