October has arrived, with driving rain and gusting winds, in contrast to yesterday, which was altogether more mellow:
more of sublime September than obnoxious October.
It was nearly dusk before the rain cleared away to the west and I ventured out from my den of Dulux, whereas last night I came out for a turn around the field with Spud, to find 3 buzzards circling over the top field, the setting sun rather poetically lighting them under the wing, a jay poaching acorns* from the oak and a conker coloured wren delivering its machine gun chattering call as it wove through the crevices of a drystone wall and a rainbow arcing across the valley.
Tonight I just went to Tesco’s. No comparison really: but there are time to feed the soul and times to feed the (ever hungry) family.
*Can anyone tell me what is wrong with our acorns, they are deformed (but only on one tree) is it a virus? a gall?