Yesterday teatime I was in the kitchen making the tea, it was about 4.10pm.

It was already almost dark, the temperature had plummeted, and the forecasters had warned us to expect a severe frost.

Yet there he was, regular as clockwork, having a bath before he went to bed, my little robin friend.

I’m surprised he doesn’t freeze to death going to bed with damp feathers, still I expect he knows what he’s doing.