...gloomy but mild. I do like grey days. They always look uninviting from a cosy studio, but are so atmospheric when you're striding forth into their damp embrace.
It was almost spring-like today - fields are ploughed and waiting, hedges ruthlessly strimmed back and ditches cleared.
Although some fields are already green with early summer crops. In a few months time this will be a rippling, whispering sea of wheat. 
Not too much bird activity though - good thing, it's mid-January and still time for the 'coldest winter for decades' that the forecasters have been promising. There is definitely a sense of 'quickening' in the land though...although the Spring Equinox, known also as 'The Day of Quickening' in the Pagan calendar, is not until 20th March.(There is a rather lovely poem concerning grey days and spring here.)
