Being out in the countryside with my dogs gives me time to think. I’ve learnt the pleasure of solitude without being lonely, and that’s a good feeling for me.
TOO LATE to mention last week, but on Friday 17th I heard rather than saw the arrival of the first of the geese flying in from the north to over-winter here. Pinkfeet, I would guess, for I was in the middle of a wood with the dogs, hunting for chanterelle mushrooms.
IT'S COOL – I don't mean cool in the sense the grandchildren mean it – like, smart' I mean, it's chilly It's not the late night walks with the dogs when I feel it Some evenings, when the wind has completely died away, are still surprisingly mild It's in the mornings that I realise autumn has arrived.