Tuesday 10 December was a day to hibernate- to hunker down against the winter. To think hot chocolate and comfort food. A birch tree thrashed about in blustery wind. The flexuousness of trees! Bird feeders swung to and fro, dark in the shelter of laurels that the wind drove through. Thank Heaven for hedges packed with berries, dense hedges where birds may roost and try to keep their plumage dry. Ivy-clad trees where creatures may find shelter. But how can birds feed on a day when the rain never let up? Next morning, still raining. 8.30 am and dawn comes, reluctantly, a fain glow of rose and pearly light through a squall of hail.
December 10th, in darkness and in storm. Could be a political comment with a general election on 12th!! Thought-provoking Making History today: journalists coverage of politics will become the historical record of the future? The immediacy of journalism Versus a more contextualised history.