Posted by Tania Kindersley.
Gentle day. Ate eggs, drank strong coffee, did work, contemplated the cows. In the early evening, there was a walk with both nieces, my sister, the Man in the Hat, and three dogs.
‘Look at the sheep, look at the sheep,’ I shouted. They kindly looked, although I do not think they are quite as riveted as I.
‘Just like Far From the Madding Crowd,’ I said.
‘You,’ I said to the Man in the Hat, ‘can be Gabriel Oak.’
The dogs chased sticks and ran around in circles. The birds were singing their heads off. The air was still as still.
The swallows have gone. I thought I might feel melancholy about that, but I do not. I think of them, on their mighty journey to Africa, and, as always, it seems to me a perfect miracle.
Today’s pictures are of trees and sky and sheep and cows.
First red flash of autumn:
Light on the hill:
Sky and trees:
Apart from the lone red flash, everything is still very green:
This one is my favourite:
Too long since there has been a picture of the magnificent Scots pines:
The Pigeon, with her most demure face on:
And the please throw the stick face on:
Today’s hill, very blue and stately: