Last Thursday I spent the day at Dismaland and I WILL write a proper post about that later in the week once I've downloaded the camera photos.
On Friday SD and I went to Bristol to see the legend that is John Lydon and PiL at the O2 - what a night! But again, THAT deserve a post of it's own!
On Saturday we spent the day at the farm picking apples (again) and blackberries and packing up the van for a car boot sale yesterday.
Summer has made a bit of a comeback here in the South West of England and, although the temperatures are slightly lower than they were in August it's still been warm enough to pull on shorts and a t-shirt and enjoy the sun on our bare shoulders.
Yesterday after packing up at the end of the carboot we headed to the farm for some more blackberry picking. It doesn't matter that my freezer is now groaning with fruit, I can't bear to leave that juicy fruit unpicked and rotting in the hedgerows. It just seems like such a waste!
It was the most beautiful afternoon!
The sun was hot on my back. Gus brought me a small pile of sticks and barked at me to throw them for him. The cows with their young calves followed me from field to field watching as I reached for the plumpest fruit which is always just a little too high and the hedgerows were full of life. Bright green flies buzzed around me, a dragonfly with brilliant blue wings dive bombed me for a while. Crane flies rose like gangly legged helicopters and birds sang the last songs of summer.
Everywhere was a riot of colour. The dusty blue of ripe sloes,bright red, shiny rose hips hung in clusters, ladybirds ranged from deep orange to fire engine red. Toadstools nestled around my feet like the gateway to fairyland in shades of beige and teasels clutched at my clothing as I brushed past them.
And in the garden the roses are having their own last hurrah.
I vote we move September to the beginning of Spring - who's with me???