Monday 16th November – There are so many small birds in the garden now, they must be needing to supplement their natural food. This morning there were 4 chaffinch in the cherry tree and the goldfinches are back for the first time in a while. The robin of course is always there, and the blackbird family is back too – an adult pair and two juvenile males (no yellow beak yet). We are not putting out any food for them at the moment, there are still berries in the garden and it is mild so far.
Tuesday 17th November – After last week’s windy weather all the non-evergreen leaves are finally off the garden trees. They are in sodden carpets but at least now they are all down there is only one more clearing up operation to do. Into town for the dentist this morning and a walk along the Esplanade. The tide is really high and clearly has been over the sea wall, there was sand and shingle everywhere. And too many people just mooching about. So much for lockdown.
Wednesday 18th November – Cold and wet. Trow Hill is shrouded in mist and our view of the sea has disappeared. Every branch and leaf in the garden is hanging with moisture diamonds. It is so dark we have the lights on and the fire lit from mid-day. I take the opportunity to snuggle under a blanket on the sofa and knit gloves for Christmas presents. Productive lounging.
Thursday 19th November – Blue sky and sunshine are deceiving from indoors. When we go for our walk it’s cold enough for scarf and hats. The sea is pigeon-breast blue with a dazzling stream of dancing silver light along the path of the sun’s reflection. We sit on a bench and drink steaming coffee from a flask. There are dunnocks investigating the piles of fallen leaves in front of us and a late Red Admiral blunders softly against my hair before rising into the trees behind. The sun lights the cliffs in red and gold and white from Sidmouth and Salcombe Regis to Branscombe and Beer. Further on we can see the hazy far sweep of Lyme Bay where it curves out to Portland.
Friday 20th November – Gloomy, cold and wet. It would be lovely to have more than 24 hours of dry weather. Heigh ho, I guess it’s pretty normal for November. A small grey squirrel is fidgeting across the lawn, stop start, stop start, from one side to the other then leaps up into the acer and disappears into the cover of the eleagnus. The wood pigeons and the robin are dodging the raindrops, but both look bedraggled, doing their best to shelter in the bare trees.