Woke to the first frost of the winter. It was only a light touch on the grass and soon disappeared with the rising sun. I have still dahlias in flower and tomatoes in the polytunnel.
I sat and watched the gulls heading presumably to the Thames estuary for the night. There are hundreds pass each way on a daily basis. The mystery is where they spend the day. Their's is usually a silent and ghostly passage, especially when the gloom of evening sets in.
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