What a strange week it has been weather-wise. After the incredible thunderstorms of Tuesday evening yesterday was just thick fog here all day. Now today it has been another day of glorious Indian Summer - still, sunny and very warm.
But there was no sitting outside in the sun for me because Thursday is my hairdresser day - and today was colour day (you didn't really think my hair was still the colour it appears in the photograph I put on at the week end did you? At my age you have to do all you can to help nature along if you want to feel positive about life ((well that's my view anyway)).
And straight after that I had to drive the fifteen miles to Crakehall to see my Physiotherapist for my monthly check over. She manipulates my back (which often gives me problems - 'teacher's back she calls it -) and then works on my arthritic ankle - the one which causes me such immobility at times.
But driving through the countryside was so pleasurable because everywhere looked to beautiful. The heavy rain seems to have given a last flush of green to the leaves, so that apart from the Horse Chestnut trees (always the first to turn) everything looked amazingly 'summer-like'. Quite a lot of the harvested fields had already been ploughed and were being sown with next year's crop. And here and then 'muck-spreaders' were going full tilt up and down the stubble fields spreading a rich aroma which filtered into the car as I passed.
Now I am home again, the tea pots have been put in the dishwasher, the farmer is watching 'North News' and I am catching up in Blogland. It is seven o'clock and by half past seven it will be almost dark - my how the nights are drawing in (as my father used to remark every year.)