It's late October and the world is a wet and windy place, everywhere is sodden, lawns are like a dripping sponge.
The fields are waterlogged and its not very pleasant, however being this time of year the trees an
d shrubs are trembling with colour - red, brown, yellow and green in every variety and combination possible. It's like a paint salesman's sample book.
This myriad of colours has a scientific explanation doubtless (photosynthesis, sugar, chlorophil etc) but who wants that when you can sit back and enjoy?
It doesn't last that long, the first autumnal gale and all this colourful foliage will be ankle deep on the floor.
We have had our first first frost which has sorted out the flies and other annoying insects. But they are coming indoors for the warmth and it's given Murphy a new hobby - fly catching! He's not very good at it, he takes flying leaps at the flies snapping at them - all to no avail. They dart away then return to torment him, I suppose that if he relied on them as a food source he would be very thin!
With the shortening days I tend to watch more television and I've come to this conclusion: Television shows of police video footage seems to occupy the schedules not filled with people cooking and houses being altered.
The sun shines and we are away... I have just had my super-dooper go-anywhere buggy repaired, it's nice to be fully mobile again... Murphy gets onboard and we are away.
I've noticed that there seem to be much lower populations of squirrels and bats, does a bad summer affect them? We grumble, but they seem to succumb - or is it my imagination?
Dawn at the fishery - another pond has been drained for maintenance work, Murphy would love to get into that sludge, I have managed to keep him in check so far hope my luck holds.
An empty pond looks huge, one can see features on the bottom which will affect how the fish will behave, I hope!
This last week had an eventful day in our household: my birthday, our wedding anniversary and the eldest sons birthday, all on the same day 63, 37, 32 years respectively.
My youngest son bought me a box of flies - 100 in a smart wooden box, what would that require in terms of man hours to make? The good lady bought me a new fly line. The sun is shining and I think that the new line needs christening, so I'm away.
I will leave you with this thought:-
" People who never change their mind usually have no mind to change"See you