Storm Darragh has swept across Iceni Territory towards the continent over the weekend leaving a stiff northerly wind whistling in its wake. I'm out with the dogs on the old Roman road running up towards Cambridge. We're here because the dogs need some exercise and the thick hedge to the side of the green lane provides some much needed shelter for that task. Unsurprisingly given the inclement weather, we have the road to ourselves. Just a glimpse here and there of brown feathe