the one glove code

I've just had a couple of days away in the country.

As you can see, there wasn't an awful lot going on. But maybe it's the ever-present sound of rooks that gives this part of the world the vague impression that something sinister can happen at any moment. And the way the locals make you feel a complete stranger just by the way they look at you, suggests that tugging the forelock and interbreeding are still being practised hereabouts. And they communicate in code, as well. You see, I did a fair amount of walking, and at every gate or stile I came to, there would be just one glove hanging on a post or a bush.

See what I mean?

Comments

[Martin]

Hello David,
that must have been a beautiful break ! That birdguide is great..I love the sounds of winter.