Maisie likes puddles!

6th January 2013.

I stepped out at 7am with the Cranbrook mud still on my boots, into fog. The crescent Moon shone hazily for a moment, then was gone. Dee led the way (to clear a way through the cobwebs!) and we journeyed into the thick mist. The birds were lively in Hadlow, but as we walked out into the country, they became muted, except for Geese at Oxen Hoath. As the night faded, the fog lifted a little, but no sign of the Sun. All very peaceful.

The ground was still very wet and heavy going. On a grassy bank in Crouch, a primrose was in flower! The mild weather, I suppose. The first break of coffee, pumpkin soup and Christmas cake was at Basted Mill. And still misty.

The path along by the Bourne was very wet and muddy and Dee made some comical slips! The orchard at Yopps Green was devoid of apples, so no crumble today, though the Fieldfare were in good voice there.

Maisie the dog was in high spirits and got very muddy; washing in the river didn't last long. The second break was in Yopps Green and we snacked on chocolate and cake!

Maisie disappeared into a deep puddle on the way back to Hadlow and came up with a muddy face! Very funny, but Maisie didn't think so.

The birds became lively again as we approached the village. Very odd.