Doug’s DIARY
The constant wind and relentless November rain have swept away all but the last colours of autumn. The deciduous trees stand bare and dormant against the grey skies, with the exception of the rusty beech leaves that rattle in the breeze, and a few yellow, resilient blackthorn leaves that hold on stubbornly, as though in futile denial that winter is almost upon us.
The forest nearby is, as the forest always is, evergreen and dominant on the landscape and the wind turbines on the distant horizon generate power and money for those with power and money.
I’ve just returned after taking the children for a necessary breath of fresh air in the fields behind our house, wearing their new wet-weather suits. They looked so toasty; I got soaked!
Everywhere is muddy, but despite all the adverse weather conditions, it is still a very beautiful place to live, and life is relatively easy during this time of social distancing.
