I remembered these stories this morning whilst listening to Northumbrian tales for Halloween on the radio. Binnorie is a sad tale of two sisters and jealousy. Every night and early morning the owl's call can be heard. There must be quite a few around here. Occasionally I pick up their barred feathers in the garden but only see the barn owl flying over in the day at Bridge farm.
|hawthorn berries or hawes|
|the wild cherries that flourish on the verge|
|Leaves slowly colouring|
|Willows along the river|
|the river at its usual level|
|the holly with plenty of berries, only hope they will last till Christmas for the church|