As I opened the door yesterday the sky was a deep lead grey and it was wet; very wet, and quite dark. Rain was pouring down but as I stood looking outside contemplating the route of my morning walk I noticed the ivy bush opposite was bearing heavy with black berries swollen with the moisture. I wasn’t the only one to notice.
As I stood there a regular procession of thrushes came to take advantage of the bounty; mainly Blackbirds but among them the odd Redwing. From within the bush came a Song Thrush; not common here on the hill. Her apricot speckled breast added a little brightness to the dull of the morning.
Letter From Norfolk 