I’ve waited a year to say that. Well, not waited a year for winter (that would be silly!) but waited a year to say ‘Winter is Coming’. It’s a Game of Thrones thing.
Having finished the last of the Game of Thrones published books in May, I can’t tell you the eagerness with which I await the next edition and also the next TV series. I love epic books that are so long that it takes me at least a week to read them – the kind of books you cannot put down.
Anyway, winter is coming because a little birdie told me so…
On Monday morning, I saw this little flock of birds flying over to winter elsewhere. By Wednesday the sky was full of them and local newspapers picked up on it. Over Aigre on Wednesday, the sky was full of birds on long haul flights.
I hope they all had a safe journey. I worry about them all getting there alright.
As for the other wintery things, we have not yet had a frost. Can you believe it? It’s almost mid-way through November. It hasn’t yet dipped to 0°C and I don’t know why that is at all exciting to me because as soon as it’s been here five days, I will be wishing it was summer again.
We’ve been bathing under dirty grey skies down this end of the country and I’m mourning the cold blue skies that seemed to mark much of autumn, winter and spring a couple of years ago. That weather system really seems to have brought Manchester Gloom right to my doorstep.
So I did what every Northern girl does when I went out for my Tuesday walk: I put on layers. At one point on the walk I realised I was wearing pink fluffy ear muffs, an orange scarf, a purple jumper, leopard-skin leggings, navy blue gloves, grey and blue ski socks and a poncho on top. I must have looked divine. As if it were not enough to look like this, I saw several people. I never see people. This is what happens when you go out on walks without paying attention to your outfit.
Anyway, I am off to build a fire and get warm again. Five kilometres and Heston is sitting by the door this morning looking for all intents and purposes like we have not had a walk at all.