Out on a limb in a post-Brexit landscape

It's a strange day today.

Black as the inside of a bag and raining like billio.

I don't like it.

We had snow last week. Just five minutes of it, but snow nonetheless.

It's as if the natural world is protesting at what's going on in the unnatural world. Refugee crisis, terrorism, Trump...

Don't get me started.

And since my Brexit heartbreak, the landscape has been changing.

Literally.

Here's a couple of trees whose progress I've been following since the summer. (Excuse the quality of the photos, they were taken on my phone. I blame Brexit). Indulge my flight of fancy, but I think they look like the British Isles. I am always seeing symbolism in nature.

This is what the trees looked like in the early summer. Scotland was a big dodgy and the west and south east coasts of Ireland weren't quite right, but you can see what I mean, can't you?
Fast forward to the late summer/early autumn.
Wales has dropped off but Scotland, surprisingly, is still holding firm.

By the time we get to winter, there are rooks roosting in the Highlands and the Westcountry has joined Wales in falling off the face of the earth.
Wexit.

I dread to think what might happen next.

So here's a couple of pictures of my dog in a turnip field.

Because, while all the world around you has gone mad, a dog is a dog.

That's about it.

Love Maddie x

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  1. I've just finished your book "Good Morning Corfu" and enjoyed it very much. We also moved to Corfu from Dorset and have been here 8 years now.
    A friend once described living here as wearing a comfortable pair of shoes which sums it up very well.

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    1. So glad you enjoyed the book, Tony. It would be good to catch up with you when we are back in Corfu to share experiences. I could do with slipping on a comfortable pair of shoes...

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