November-Potbourri

"November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.

With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.

The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring."  (Clyde Watson)

This poem sounds quite poetical - and our November was also very varied! The leaves are fallen, ...

Let's try to report in turn:

Claudia visits us

"Every year again" Claudia packs her two dogs Largo and Temba in her Subaru - and quite a bit more (because in her last week Chris will also join us) and she drives all alone to Whitethorn!

After such a long journey (8-9 hours on the continent, one night on the ferry, 2 hours in England) the best thing is to go for a walk at the Bridestones!

We did not do only photographs but also some trainings: We have been at Farndale and as a special surprise we have been invited at Malcolm's ...