High pressure was now firmly in charge so it’s clear blue skies but with out any clouds to keep the warmth in, there had been a hard frost. The grass scrunched as we walked out from the church at Chidham towards the bomb hole and the harbour. The patches of water left by the storms were now frozen and a few fallen trees were reminders of the storms strength.
With hardly a breath of wind all was still and strangely silent over the fields and harbour. All that was on the wing were a few crows who preserved the silence as they made their way about. On the mud there was little activity, the odd redshank strutting around, a few Brent sitting quietly on the other side but not much else.
The sun had brought out the songbirds who were in good voice but only by the houses, by the hidden pond and by the Church. The only sign of life otherwise were a group of common gulls sitting by a splash in one of the fields.
A pleasant, relaxing walk but very different from most.