Nights in the quiet suburbs in England are just that - quiet. With the window ajar there was little to hear but the wind blowing and the BarkBark of the neighbourhood
Fox on patrol. At the beginning of Autumn he used to bark in threes but he seems to have dropped one with the onset of Winter. We never see him. We leave him a bowl of food each night and he leaves us a scented calling card most mornings. Eau de Vulpes - a scent I find quite pleasant and oddly exciting.
The trees in our garden allow us the luxury of not being overlooked by any of the neighbours so we rarely put up curtains. I didn't sleep much last night. The bright spotlight of the moon shone right into our room. I watched it for a while. It seemed determined not to be ignored. Each time I moved a little out of its gaze to try to get to sleep again it drifted back to shine enquiringly directly in my face. Yes, yes, you're beautiful and its lovely to see you but can I get some sleep now please, I squirmed.
A grey dawn, a pair of Magpies getting lovey dovey in the Poplar and a new day begins. So, this is the last day of 2006. For all our resolutions (or not as the case may be) nothing much changes when a new year officially begins but its a good time to reach out to friends and offer warm wishes for the year ahead. So I wish you all a very Happy New Year and what ever you choose to do tonight, a hangover free Jan 1st
