Almost everyone I speak to has a cold at the moment and the grey gloomy
weather doesn't seem to help matters much. Even though this morning's walk was
peppered with wildlife, which is never a bad thing, the light was not great and
the mood was a bit sombre. For a short while, on the horizon, there was a
burning red break in the clouds that let just a few moments of Sun through
before it was swallowed by looming grey.
Slate grey Peregrines flew past above a slate grey sea and even the
snow-white flash of a Guillemot's chest seemed subdued. It was just one of
those mornings I suppose, a morning when even the hardy Grey Squirrel can have
a cold.
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