We are almost there. I always think that the waiting is the worst time of all. This weekend we will have the shortest day when the daylight hours are few and the darkness overtakes. The sun will rise, only to set a few hours later. 

Here in Shropshire, we will have about six and a half hours of daylight with the sun rising after our breakfast. I sit at the table and see the trees in our woodland turning red with the sun’s rising glow. Then well before tea I see the weak spread of gold glinting across my neighbour’s sheep filled field as the sun sets for the day.

We had a strange autumn........

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