Comments on my yesterday's post about how such posts brighten the day, leads me to think positively about just such an activity. Every time I switch the news on on the television (once a day only - at the tea-time slot) it is always doom and gloom - either world affairs (which hardly bear thinking about) or home affairs (government) or murders and mayhem (so very depressing). Our local news is usually worse. Almost always the headline is about a murder or a mugging or some poor soul who has gone missing - and the rest of the news is usually dominated by our local football teams - Newcastle, Sunderland, Middlesbrough and York (sorry Rachel, but I do find this boring); about Managers who come and go (I have never understood how a Manager can make a lot of difference = he isn't actually kicking the ball, is he?)
So this is really a plea in the run up to Christmas - shall we all make a gigantic effort to be upbeat on our blogs, to be cheerful and to look for the fun in life? It is going to be hard, I know - but do let's try.
Here's a start. There were thirteen hen pheasants eating around our bird table this morning. Our black farm cat suddenly appeared and ran through the middle of them, pretending to ignore them all. They rose as one bird and chased him off their patch - I have never seen him run so fast. Pheasants 1, Blackie 0.
Afternoon - came back from the village coffee morning - lovely atmosphere, glorious log fire burning in the grate, delicious mince pies with brandy butter baked by K, who serves them every Christmas. The farmer is out shooting, so decided to make mince pies for the freezer. Just started when I happened to look out of the kitchen window - and look what was going past. I was too late to capture the hounds, or the lovely Shetland Pony being led past - but here are some of the riders, the Huntsman, the chap who follows on the quad bike with fence posts to repair any fences they knock down - and a huge trail of hunt followers in their four tracks. Watch out Mr. Fox!