Birches....

behind the house this afternoon looked colourful in the sunlight. There had been a hard frost overnight again and a walk , though enjoyable, did not produce enough brightness in any shots. Met the keepers on their way to shoot/kill, but, as they are friends of mine we were able to have a joke and conversation.
Later, wrote a difficult letter to another friend who has just lost his wife and is facing his first Christmas without her.