16th January. A Calm Day on a Roof.

Hardly a breath of wind today and -1 degrees C. showing on the funk-wetterstation this morning, whatever funk means?

Once reseated on the Prize Charolais-Herds' roof I was able to take in the open vista; clear across the flooded farmland to the Little Chef (now in receivership), the feint swish of the traffic carried on the still air together with the sound of swans and migratory geese. Do these geese really need to bother coming here now it's so mild?

Then I'd forgotten just how much racket store cattle make bellowing and hrrumphing all day, reminiscent of what it used to be like here before they sold up the farm next door and went the 'Amway' route, that lost highway.

As dusk fell the lights of the tractor shone through the veil of dust from the hay being churned out to the cattle and from the wet fields below there was the sound of a shotgun discharging, and a helluva lot of geese noises.