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.