Another gloriously sunny and very cold day and the Collared Doves came together to feed. Collared Doves mate for life. When they have eggs in the nest, she looks after them all day and he returns at dusk to mind them and keep them warm all night.
Our exercise today, the first of lockdown was into town as we had a birthday card that needed to catch the last post. It was so very quiet and eerie with only food shops open and no-one around. The sun was lighting up Pednandrea Mine chimney and a beautiful stained glass window in a nearby church. Perhaps someone local can tell me which one it is.
My lovely Mum was born on Bonfire Night one hundred and six years ago and, as a child, thought that everyone was celebrating her birthday with enormous fires and fireworks lighting up the sky. As I write I can hear the fizz and whizzle, pop and slap of fireworks and the sky is lighting up sporadically. Mum would have loved it as she also loved storms and wild seas.
Here she is with her younger brother, a photo taken about 1920, we think.