New bed

Sofy Cell spends his time in the boot room. Not for him the comfort of the sofa or the warmth of the log fire.

He is sleeping up high on a shelf where I display wooden birds. He keeps knocking them down or rearranging them.

Yesterday we awoke to a frost, the first of the year, and there was a mist over the field.
Today it has been brighter but cold. This afternoon it has rained and was grey and gloomy. I spent it sleeping, accompanied by juliette and eventually Smudge. By 4.40pm it was black outside and Ian lit the log fire. The log are disappearing fast. We have the central heating on as well , as in spite of woollen layers and a throw I feel the cold in my current state.