In the Autumn of last year we had regular visits from a female Redstart. She would turn up in the evenings and flutter around on our terrace. Finally, she would find a spot sitting on top of the outside thermometer of our little weather station. As the nights got colder she would puff her feathers up to keep in the warmth. The thermometer is a small plastic box a few centimeters square. Still that was her place and she seemed to like it. We thought about making her a little platform under the roof so that she could perch more comforably.

Just spent some time listening to the tindersticks new album The Waiting Room. They still maintain that high level of melancholy that I remember from the first albums. I also know from seeing them live that they don’t take themselves that seriously.

I think it’s time to start writing seriously again. I hope that if I get into the habit the quality and quantity will increase. Perhaps it’s just that I’ve got a birthday coming up.