I realise I have not mentioned the Goyt for a while. Its still there. I know because I drive past it everyday and its very tempting to pop down Goyt Lane pull onto the car park and have a stroll. But now I’m management I can’t do that sort of thing. Well obviously I can’t. And of course I don’t. Anyway all the curlews have gone. So the Goyt is silent, waiting for spring and that first glorious liquid cry when they return. Which they will in about seven months from now. So only seven months of mist, fog, damp, cold, frost and who knows even snow to put up with. Good job I like autumn and winter. Its the variety you see. All those different shades of grey and different types of wet and damp.
Big day tomorrow, and then England play France in the Evening.