The birds are costing me a fortune. They adore the fat-balls and the nuts, less sure about the red berry suet tray. The problem is I park the car beside the bird feeding station and they make a mess all over it as a nice thank you to me. On the way back into Tavistock yesterday from a trip over to Barnstable, I noticed a grassy bank full of daffodils – yes, it is early but it was a welcome sight. Met up with my lovely writing friends in Barnstable – we are all busy with our writing and it’s always good to chat to like-minded people who understand what it is that keeps us going. It’s often a frustrating business but we are all hooked on it. Oh, and it’s an excuse for a sticky cake and coffee too.