It’s so gloomy, that it doesn’t even seem to have got light today. Out in the garden it is damp and misty; visibility shifts slowly from one side of the field behind the house to the other and back again, but the blanket of cloud doesn’t lift completely. It is dank. Moisture clings to every surface and hangs in the air. This is what 97 per cent humidity looks like in a cold climate. This is what the Scots call dreich.
The birds flutter back and forth to the feeders hanging from the woodshed, their feathers fluffed up against the cold. Yesterday, they were thin, today the temperature has fallen again. But amongst the bleakness, there are glimpses of colour – a reminder of different times to come.