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Saturday 1st February 46F damp, dark grey and very windy. Misty rain driven by a reducing wind. Half a dozen hazels had catkins this morning. Denmark's record warm winter is producing early visitors including fish. I'll probably be seeing and hearing the first skylarks before long.
Britain has officially left the EU and Smaug The Frauge has lost his day job. It's an ill wind... 😊
The Boris is obviously emboldened by his role [roll?] as the token leader of a rather small, insignificant, all but separate and now completely isolated island. So he has sacked the token head of the upcoming Glasgow, climate, summit meeting. That meeting is now considered to be the absolute last chance to limit global warming. Boris hasn't held a climate meeting since taking office. Bodes well, doesn't it?
If the Chinese close down any more cities and businesses to stop the spread of the coronavirus, the the local air quality might improve dramatically. That might make the citizens think it is a very good thing and want more clean air. Let us hope the virus can be contained. Or an effective antidote found sooner rather than later.
There is a large, dead, grey rat, by the road, at the end of the drive. I expect they are doing well with the record mild, winter temperatures. Plenty of food scattered in every chicken owner's garden and around every bird table. Mind you, the farmer's drop literally tons of grain along the roads during every harvest. With their leaky, old trailers, often overfilled into a high mound well above the brim by their harvesters. We once followed a thick trail of grain, along the verge going north from Assens, for 12 miles before it finally petered out. I can't imagine there was a single grain left in the trailer by then.
Sunday 2nd 41-43F, windy, almost clear but milky blue sky with thin, high cloud. I walked briskly to the village and back. It steadily clouded over after that. I spent the day inside and outside working on a project.
The Boris is obviously emboldened by his role [roll?] as the token leader of a rather small, insignificant, all but separate and now completely isolated island. So he has sacked the token head of the upcoming Glasgow, climate, summit meeting. That meeting is now considered to be the absolute last chance to limit global warming. Boris hasn't held a climate meeting since taking office. Bodes well, doesn't it?
If the Chinese close down any more cities and businesses to stop the spread of the coronavirus, the the local air quality might improve dramatically. That might make the citizens think it is a very good thing and want more clean air. Let us hope the virus can be contained. Or an effective antidote found sooner rather than later.
There is a large, dead, grey rat, by the road, at the end of the drive. I expect they are doing well with the record mild, winter temperatures. Plenty of food scattered in every chicken owner's garden and around every bird table. Mind you, the farmer's drop literally tons of grain along the roads during every harvest. With their leaky, old trailers, often overfilled into a high mound well above the brim by their harvesters. We once followed a thick trail of grain, along the verge going north from Assens, for 12 miles before it finally petered out. I can't imagine there was a single grain left in the trailer by then.
Sunday 2nd 41-43F, windy, almost clear but milky blue sky with thin, high cloud. I walked briskly to the village and back. It steadily clouded over after that. I spent the day inside and outside working on a project.
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