My mother always used to bemoan 'the dark days before Christmas'. Well here they have started very early this year as it has hardly got light for the past fortnight on most days.
Yesterday we ran the whole gamut between sunrise and sunset. We awoke to a thick blanket of fog and so no light to speak of. Suddenly, at around 7.30am it cleared 'as if by magic' and the sun came out. It was wonderful to see the sun, but as the farmer took the dogs for their walk at 8.15am it suddenly poured with rain and he got very wet.
The rest of the day was wet until mid afternoon, when it cleared, the sky was blue and the sun came out. We soaked up the sun shine - it was glorious. But when the farmer took the dogs at 4.30pm - he got wet again!
Looking out of the back door at half past eight he remarked on the beautiful clear, starry sky and the bright moon. He had hardly got back to sitting down in the sitting room when there was a huge flash of lightning and a loud clap of thunder, and torrential rain.
This morning, at 9.03am as I write this, it is barely light. The leaves on the horse chestnuts and beeches are the most beautiful colours - how I wish we could have a bit of sunshine so that we could really appreciate them.
The sheep in the field opposite (not ours) have finally discovered how to actually dismantle a wall and are now all streaming out on to the lane. I have just rung 'their' farmer (a dairy farmer who just takes in sheep for the winter from off the tops) and left a message on his answer-phone, telling him the bad news. That will make his Sunday!