Cattapilla Dreaming

The End of the Shortest Day 

For once the shortest day was  dry and sunny so we could squeeze every last second out of it.  But it’s SO cold!!  We rarely get heavy frost here being so near the sea but the island roads out of the sun are treacherous and frost lies unthawed on the garden all day.

Frosted Saxifrage 

But it’s not as cold as it was in Birmingham over the weekend!  I was over delivering presents to Joe, my grandson, who is nearly 11 months old now and utterly delightful!  He’s full of smiles and giggles and already his mischievousness is infectious.  His first word is cat, as he lives with 2 and  adores them.  The next word is hello, said to anything he can hold to his ear – toy giraffe, ball, rattle!   His first birthday falls at the end of January and I am knitting like crazy to supply him with balaclava hats and jumpers for the winter.

Christmas in this part of Bere Island will be very quiet this year.  I shall be sewing, knitting and gardening when the weather allows;  T will be chopping wood and doing whatever it is that men do in their sheds and  Horace, Rosie and Hercules will continue their endless sleeps by the fire!

HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!