The Contesse took her camera out for a walk on the farm this afternoon - she had some trouble holding the thing steady in the freezing wind, but here are a couple of her pictures, to prove there is still life here.
|Cock chaffinch hanging on for grim death in the easterly gale, he has his eyes |
fixed on our feeders
|Down on the beach things are a bit rough; when we get strong easterly winds, |
combined with the Spring tides, it is not unknown for the waves to wreck the
harbour of our nearest village