I had to stop the car twice on Mill Road to photograph the breathtaking sunset and pink clouds

I got home in time to help with “animal bedtime”.

Terry brought a Victorian piece of furniture with him today. He’s donating it to the St Neots Museum and taking it there after class.

Plenty of hot water streamed into the sink and I washed all the implements and dried them. As the water ran I thought of the report I read this morning. A Bangladeshi woman who had given evidence at the COP conference in 2009 in Copenhagen. The reporter had returned to interview her. Nothing has changed in her village. Sea levels mean that their water contains salt and they have to walk long distances with heavy jugs to collect drinking water. Their homes are constantly under threat from further ingress. The crops don’t grow in salty water most of the promises made in Copenhagen in 2009 have not been honoured. Yet I can still jump on a plane, jump in my car, turn up my heating, throw away bagfuls off plastic, buy whatever clothes and goods I want at the touch of an Amazon click and, above all I can turn on my tap and receive endless supplies of clean, hot water. Something has to change or we are all f……… not just our forgotten brothers and sisters across the other side of the world. I’m sorry for my inaction dear woman in Bangladesh.

Phil and I moved their small henhouse to the paddock run and, so far, the long-standing resident hens seem quite unfazed by the new residents Click below

The other hens, the survivors of the massacre and the Silkie flock, have settled into the old quail barn and even laid two eggs today

And the mystery present giver revealed himself as one of our oldest and dearest friends. Thank you for making Monday a very special day.

Hoping that someone who reads the blog sent it or knows who did.