I’m glad to say that I spent the weekend recharging. The cold’s almost gone (fingers crossed) and I’m feeling nice and relaxed and ready to get stuck into a week of writing.
And today, for a short period of time, the weather was perfect. The sky was blue, the sun yellow and warm. And yet there was a crisp bite in the air and everything felt so fresh and clear. We went for a short wander near a reservoir up in the hills, and were lucky enough to hear the cries (I’m sure there’s a better term for it, but for now, let’s stick with ‘cries’) of stags coming from the forest. It’s rutting season, so the Rangers said – so lots of deer hormones and bravado in the air! And before long the clashing of antlers, no doubt.