Back on familiar ground

It seems ages since I walk round St Ives Estate. The weather was cold and crisp and the sky was blue. Sat on my usual bench at the edge of the top field in more or less perfect silence.
The only sound was a little Robin, letting me know it was it was about, and would appreciate some scraps of food. Unfortunately I had none.
Had a coffee and a gingerbread man from the Ivy Cottage. I see they are letting people sit inside now.