Rooks off to Roost

Lovely sunset this evening (or late afternoon)! The poem I've quoted was one that my mother often read to me at bedtime to round off a number of shared poems. I loved it and remember joining in the repeated last line of every verse.

Three more sunsets - four more sleeps - and the days start lengthening again. In fact the shortest day will be a long day for us, as that's when we fly out - early in the morning - to Madeira. (Started packing today, so I've plenty of time to change my mind a few times over what I take to wear!)

Now it's almost time for this year's Strictly Come Dancing final. All three finalists are so good, I really don't mind who wins; I shall simply enjoy watching them dance their little socks off.