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Winter is starting to bite. We drove over to Galleywood for dinner last night, and it was already minus numbers before we set off. By the time we left, full of good stilton and baked potatoes the roads were covered in a dusty silver grit that sparkled in the car headlamps and made the tyres fight for a grip.

Today was much the same. Clear blue skies slashed by sharp white contrails, a brilliant sun that got redder and redder as it closed in on the horizon, and shadows so long that much of the longest grass was never exposed all day. We went out walking down by the river, across the millpond and up the other side towards the Braintree road, passing by all the now frozen carcasses of the unpicked blackberries, and the verges were crispy with white frosting.

Two ducks and seven rabbits was all we saw in the way of wildlife. Even the birds were keeping hidden from the cold. The rabbits scampered around, barely touching the frozen ground as they shot from burrow to verge and back again. Can’t say I blame them. I’d hate to live outside at this time of year.

We picked rose hips, which I’ve put into an empty vase to dry so we can make tea by Christmas.

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