Bare branches...

This morning I braved Peterborough with Chris and Lizzy, so that we could hunt for a new bag for my birthday. The range was quite disappointing, but we eventually found somwething suitable - big enough to carry a camera if required! I also returned a pair of Christmas jeans that didn't fit Ben, and bought four more pairs, which should hopefully see Chris and Ben through the next year.

In the afternoon I took Rosie for a long walk round Ferry Meadows. The water has dropped over a metre, and the flooding is now restricted to low-lying hollows. We managed to get round the big lake, though there were some stretches of flooded path, and the adjacent grass had been turned into a quagmire by the many feet trying to avoid getting wet.

The grey skies gave rise to a surprisingly good sunset, and I had the treat of listening to a flock of about 30 waxwings calling to each other in the dusk. Their gentle trilling is really quite magical, and once heard is never forgotten! You can hear a recording here, though it's much better in reality...