I've been tree hugging today. Not in a free spirit 60's sort of way but in a hanging on for dear life while balancing on top of a wobbly ladder to cut all the branches off a tree sort of way. We have 2 willow trees that need to be polled each year, the only alternative would be to cut them down completely as the branches grow up to 10ft in a year and the trees would soon be out of hand. That job is now done and all the branches cleared away so I'm happy. My gardening came after a walk down at Morte Point with Peter. It was very windy but nice and sunny. The irritating thing about living a few miles inland is that, as was the case today, it is sunny at the coast but inland grey clouds hide the sun. So many times we've had a great time at the coast only to return to gloomy conditions. One more reason to move right to the coast when we finally leave this place.
Out at Morte Point there was a very strong offshore wind which made the homeward stretch exhilarating but a lot harder especially the final climb up the hill.
Lots of big waves even though the tide was at its lowest. We stopped at a handy bench for coffee and a bit of wave watching.
Back in the village we heard the familiar sound of jackdaws as they perched on the church wind vane and surrounding chimneys. This morning I watched one of our jackdaws march round our chimney cage giving every bar a good pull with its beak before climbing to the top and bashing the bars again from that vantage point. One sore beak I think.
Out at Morte Point there was a very strong offshore wind which made the homeward stretch exhilarating but a lot harder especially the final climb up the hill.
Lots of big waves even though the tide was at its lowest. We stopped at a handy bench for coffee and a bit of wave watching.
Back in the village we heard the familiar sound of jackdaws as they perched on the church wind vane and surrounding chimneys. This morning I watched one of our jackdaws march round our chimney cage giving every bar a good pull with its beak before climbing to the top and bashing the bars again from that vantage point. One sore beak I think.
