More strange activities

So, here I am again. A wizard my age and I am trudging along coastal paths moving from one settlement to another. Today is cold and miserable. A sea fog is blowing inland making it impossible for me to see more than twenty footsteps ahead. Tomepicker is unable to fly out over the sea looking for Finn's vessel and so that idea has gone by the wayside. It would be just my luck if today is the day that he sails right past me without me having any idea.

The fog is also making me feel weary. My bones ache and I am soaked through to the skin. I will be relieved to find a suitable rock to rest up against later and shelter fromt he worst of the weather. A warming brew of herbs will work wonders on me I am sure.
With my sense of sight reduced because of the weather, my other senses have compensated. My ears are hearing more sounds than usual. Tomepickers padding is very noticeable behind me, and his breathing is crisp and clear in the air.

However, the strangest sound I have heard is that of birds. From the sound they are making I am guessing that there is a great flock, that they are large birds and they are flying from the east westwards. This last fact is unusual as at this time of the year birds do not fly west towards the mountains during the day, the fly east towards the villages, seas and fishing boats.

Another strange development I need to keep an eye on. These unsual events must have some common factor, and through these parchments I hope to find out what it is. Once I am warmed through I may re-read my earlier writings.