Sadie is woken up from sleep on Boxing Day and counts her toes to make sure they're all still there, watched by Yojojo and Lau-Lau. On 27th she is out for a walk with Mummy.
Her daddy put the kitchen together without any swearing, and it was an instant success. It has an oven on one side and a dishwasher on the other. (What will a girl grow up expecting?) And there is a fish to put in the frying pan and a tin of soup.
This is the road at Happisburgh that is falling into the sea. Six houses were scheduled for demolition, and show signs of having been vacated in a hurry. The back garden in the third pic has almost gone, and the white bungalow is the last house left on the street.
Sadie's uncle and aunt Steve and Jules are off to New Zealand for Christmas, so they gave Sadie her present early, a lovely poncho. She pretended to be playing a pan pipe, but it was a red pen!
Another 40-minute dash to Burwell after work for the last fifteen minutes of daylight. This time I stood on the bridge over the lode and was partly hidden by the sides. All photos at 1/1000th second at high ISO.
Nope, too windy for the poor little dears. So Miles, Ann and I were reduced to photographing each other, muntjaks and RAF Tristars. The kite-style wol was from last weekend.
We went to Burwell late in the afternoon to see the Short-Eared Owls. Saw one at a distance, and a Barn Owl closer, but the sunset was already upon us.