Up in the field just now at hen-shutting-in-time, with the job done (that's pop - 'oles shut and all potential sleepers on nests shifted unceremoniously) I switch off the torch and stand a while.
With my back towards the lights of the house and under a starless sky the darkness is broken only by distant lights far across the valley. The wind roars through the conifers of Badnage wood - furious gusts which I know are battering the trees this way and that. It's a pretty wild night although this wind from the west, fresh and clean against my face, is not a cold one.
The Glam. Ass. tells me that heavy rain is forecast for tomorrow - and indeed it is. I checked. I noticed at the same time that light snow is on the cards for Wednesday and temperatures down below zero again. Sigh. I knew it was too soon to be lulled into thoughts of spring.
Aren't those colours truly gorgeous? I really think they much reach the part of the brain which craves bright sunlight. Just what needed in these dark days.