Happy frogs and chance meetings.
In and out of hail and sunshine on the coldest November day since 1953.
More rain, maybe snow to come, and royal ringing protocols.
Wetly waiting for a monster cauliflower.
Out of the rain, toast and honey and a mysterious book.
Wiggly sticks and straight sticks and the disappearing path.
Getting very, very wet and meeting ducklings.
Emerging from my rat’s nest.