Bradford on Avon in the snow....

Hmm! Slight stretching of the truth in the title there. It should read ' just-the-Tithebarn-area-as-that-is-as-far-as-I-went-before-icicles-formed-on-my-tearducts-and-my-feet-felt-like-they-had-been-dipped-in-nitrogen!' but that doesn't make for a snappy headline. I was also supposed to  be working really hard too, on getting new stock ready, but hey! It's snowing! I smugly justified bunking off by telling my poor, overworked husband that 'who knows? Maybe one of the photos will be good enough to sell' as I left, gaily stomping and crunching away in the icy whiteness. It only took 10 minutes before the heavily-entrenched guilt complex I have been nurturing from years at a strict boarding school set in, and I headed back. I'm rubbish- I even cooked and did all the laundry etc later that night too...Mike doesn't have to say a word!

One of the joys of being down here at the workshop is the abundence of birdlife. I am not a twitcher by any means, but am constantly fascinated by the comings and goings of our little feathered friends. I even know what a few are, like the robin pictured above. He has been captured at an unflattering angle showing off the plumpest of fronts since Jessica Rabbit. I'm still not convinced that it isn't a turkey that has been coloured in with felttip. There would have been a couple of photos of young bluetits too, but the robin has been very territorial over the Tesco 'healthy eating' seed crackers I keep throwing around, and he's chased them off. I'll just have to watch out the window for further opportunities- oh, it's a hard life......