My walk at St Margarethen seems to be my muse.
The mornings are getting colder and as Swingle and I arrived, the mist was lifting.
The cobwebs were still on the bushes.
The Baldrian flowers are misted like the cobwebs, amazing!
The light and the cool were hints of autumn to come.
No rush for that, but it’s a sense of the year coming to fulfilment.
We wandered along, enjoying the peace at the end of an extremely busy summer.
Dave and I are changing things, so that we get some time to actually enjoy our summers, we haven’t been up in the hills at all this year.
So we’re dropping Meals on Wheels and one of the holiday houses.
Hopefully, my tutoring and my new book will supply the difference. Let’s hope.