Monday, 21 May 2007
Monday 21st May
A grey blanket lay across the sky, warm yes, but a complete contrast to yesterday's taste of summer. My walk in to work was met with an eerie silence - no Chiffchaffs, Yellowhammers or Linnets, they can't possibly run out of song already? A single Wren took advantage of the strange peace and spat out it's explosive song. Rain started to fall as I arrived at work...and didn't stop.