Tuesday 8th November (Cloud, Gloom and Damp)


Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a grey sky where the cloud were low. The leaves on the trees has almost disappeared from the tops and most of the remaining leaves were nearer to the bottom of the tree.

In the damp November air Mr. Kite started his trip to Polemere. The roads were wet, the surface water was muddy and the gutters were running with the residue. As usual the fields were grey and dull but the corvids  seemed happy. A few birds flitted quickly around the hedgerows.

To cut a long story short Polemere was also in the gloom. About twenty teals fed around the edges of the water and five mallards swam across the narrow pool. Mr. Kite sat and scanned the surrounding area noticing that the gloom was descending and the clouds lowered and the drizzle more persistent. So it was time for home. However there was one bright moment when a grey wagtail flew across the river by the Station Bridge.

Cheers from Mr. Kite enjoying a warm tipple of Tetley tea on a cold grey day. Cheers.