Christine's walking & birds blog

It was good to see a wren in the garden this morning before the storm took hold. In the thick of it, half a dozen ducks went hurtling across the estate; ghost ducks in the snow.

Parakeets have been flying about noisily, and a grey wagtail was on the opposite side of the road, foraging at the base of the wall among drifts of frozen leaves.

Poor Greger is stranded in Sweden. (Well, I don't suppose that's how nine million Swedes look at it.) He queued for most of the day at Arlanda and finally got sent to a gate with a standby ticket - only to be told that the one flight was cancelled anyway because Heathrow had just closed!