Today was one of those days that we often seem to get in November and December. It felt like the first proper day of Winter. I went to feed sheep and there was a thick ‘rag’ on the grass. It was covered in frost and the sun was too weak to break through and thaw it.
Because of the combination of fog and cloud the sun itself was a silvery ball you could actually look at with the naked eye, barely brighter than the moon. (A bit like the photograph I’ve borrowed but far less artistic.) From the top of the hill looking round it was interesting. The sea was clear, I could see over the bay to Morecambe and beyond, but looking inland, the fog was clinging to the low hills of Furness.
Something of a first today, I took some hay to a group of dry cows and…
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