The forecast for tonight has been revised and the temperature will only fall to about minus one instead of the minus four predicted; we can take off another two or three degrees from that so it could have been six below tonight. Walking along the toll road before the light failed the ground has thawed and the track was sopping wet, saturated with thawed frosts and heavy recent rains. The ground felt bloated with water. The Lugg at Presteigne this morning was swollen and running fast, leaves tumbling past very quickly, branches caught against the three arches.
And two nights ago a new word - perigee - the point on the moon's orbit when it is nearest the earth, the opposite of apogee. A larger, fuller moon, a golden colour, a rare event which will happen again in fourteen years or so; but here the clouds were low and for the first time in a week or more we had no moon, instead a night of torrential rain.
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