Poor light for hunting...

So quickly the light changes... so soon the temperature drops.

After yesterday's sunshine today the sky is grey, and the Cotswold Escarpment is hidden behind low cloud. Downstairs there are the scrape-slide sounds of the plasterers working hard whist the daylight remains; there being no lights yet in the kitchen and extension.

The trees have almost lost their upper leaves now, and the ground is paved with gold. In the bare branches the kestrel sits, wakeful for any movement below. There doesn't seem to be any...