Well, it has arrived and with it a sharp, cool wind. Now, at half past six in the evening, the sky is blue with puffy white clouds and the wind has died down. But it is by no means warm.
Looking at Antiques Road Trip this afternoon it was obvious that it was filmed much earlier in the year. The roadsides were thick with Cow Parsley and every grass field was golden with buttercups.
The lovely Summer is but a distant memory. Now we must think about battening down the hatches and putting away our Summer togs.
Apparently the Weather forecasters say we are not likely to get much snow this year. Now where have I heard that before? Does anyone else remember that deep snow in March, that ice, that bitter wind? As my dear farmer used to say all year, philosophically, - we shall get what comes and we shall have no alternative but to take it.