4th November

I keep getting dates muddled up. Why do I keep thinking it is still  September?

Very gusty wind here in Devon. Its roaring through every cranny & sounds like the sea when I stand near one of the chimneys. A constant growl of noise.

The trees are leaning over - those permanently bent by the prevailing wind look like little old men struggling along, hunched double.

I can hear two crows chacking outside - seagulls were creating a din earlier.

No sheep on the hill behind the house this morning, I expect they are in a hollowed shelter somewhere

The sky is a single lead grey colour - the sea matching, apart from where the Bar stretches across the estuary & along the shore line where its a mass of white, agitated foam.