Wednesday 16th November (New Pastures)


Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a dark grey sky. Not one green leaf was hanging on the trees only golden ones and golden ones with green on the inside. The birds were silent.

Now Mr. Kite and His Lady went to Tamworth to visit someone; not a pig. Mr. Kite had some time on a local nature reserve where nothing much was spotted in the cold misty autumnal day. it was new pastures and ponds but nothing new to report.

In late evening Mr. Kite returned to The Residence for a tipple of Becks. Cheers.