A chilly walk

We had a good afternoon at the theatre and lovely meal afterwards at Raymond Blanc, although they couldn’t have crammed any more tables in, and it was packed out.

I had one of my usual bad nights and was in the other room at just gone 4 a.m, looking out of the window and  trying to catch a glimpse of the tawny owl that was calling, when I saw a strange orb cross the sky at lightning speed and very low.  I would say at jet training speed and height, but it definitely wasn’t an aircraft.  It wasn’t round and it wasn’t egg-shaped, but something in-between, white at the front, green and yellow.  Weird.

A chilly walk this morning and saw this lady walking very briskly up the unploughed wheat field.