Taking a break from decorating duties and to get some fresh air I went for a walk to a favourite spot where one can spend a moment gazing at the views from a handily placed bench next to a little plantation. The trees are still very young and only planted around five years ago but they are starting to fill out and will provide shade once they have matured and I may be round to see that. Planted with mainly Oaks and Ashes it will be an even nicer spot in decades to come. For once the sun is shining and the wind is rustling the now long grass but there is the ever so slight tinge of retreating Summer. The light has imperceptibly changed and it has a more golden glow like the harvested fields. I do love this time of year and these views are pretty timeless. Instead of the swish of scythes it’s now the rumble of the tractor. But this scene wouldn’t have been much different a hundred years ago.
Feels funny writing about the change in season when we have had no real Summer to speak of. Hopefully there will be an Indian Summer and I will look back and say wow “do you remember Summer of 2016”, but I am not holding my breath.
I am coming to the end of doing the Kitchen and it is probably the last time it will get done, unless the house doesn’t sell and that’s a strong possibility that the market has slowed right down and the banks are putting the breaks on people getting mortgages after the Brexit vote. So who knows what will happen but at least we will be able to sit in a bright and clean room whist the winds of winter whistle around us.