Today was the day for the meeting of the Wensleydale Writers' Group. I put this month's piece from me on to my blog a few days ago and three people helped me with good advice on improvements. I took that advice and it was certainly much better as a result.
Several folk were not well today, but there were still nine of us there and we had a really interesting morning reading and criticising one another's work. It is always such a useful exercise.
I had hoped to take a photograph of our meeting place to put on today's blog. We meet in the Quaker Meeting House which is a pleasant, bay-windowed, semi-detached house with a lovely air of peace about it. There is a magnificent monkey puzzle tree in the garden next door (araucaria) and I hoped to take a photograph of that too. I forgot to take my camera!
So I took it round the fields on our after-dinner walk. Brilliant blue sky, strong westerly wind blowing the leaves off the trees, and the crab apples too, although there are plenty still hanging on by the skin of their teeth. The cattle love these and once they find them they will be eaten up in no time.
There must have been rain about somewhere as a faint rainbow showed up in the Northern sky. Luckily it didn't reach us on our walk. We saw very few birds; the fieldfares and redwings who paid us a fleeting visit a few days ago seem to have moved on - and left us a few holly berries for Christmas, but as the great day is still seven weeks away, I have very little hopes of any berries left on the day itself. Still I don't begrudge the birds full tummies.
There are fungi everywhere. The damp weather seems to have made it a very prolific year for all kinds of fungi. Luckily this strong wind is beginning to dry up some of the very wet patches in the fields, but every field that has held beast is absolutely peppered with deep hoof prints. There will have to be a lot of harrowing in the Spring.