Thursday

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.

Wednesday

3rd November

the wind is squinnying through every crack & cranny scurrying across the floor. Must go find a pair of socks, my feet are cold.

Damp & dreary weather wise. Couldn't see the surg over the Bar this morning, too misty.

Tuesday

2nd November

Insti=ow. Devon.
The sky is a bright, clear blue. From the front window of the house I can see the headland opposite Appledore and the surf churning over The Bar - a sandbank that has been the bain of shipping entering the Taw Torridge rivers since the early days of shipping.
The sun is bright, but the air is cold - quite a wind blowing.
I can smell the tang of the sea.
Everything is clear and crisp, and so quiet.