Yesterday we had to be in Middlesbrough (40 miles away) for 9am, so it was an early start for me - not so for the farmer who is always up early (fifty years of milking cows means that his brain is set to wake him up at around 5am). During our journey we encountered absolutely every kind of Autumn weather. We left here in very thick fog; the fog cleared to reveal a grey day; then the sun broke through; then it poured with rain. When we returned I took Tess for a walk. It was a lovely Autumn day with smells of rotting leaves, sycamore trees in their Autumn glory, a gentle breeze and a very warm sun. My friend W and I were expecting to go to the new Marks and Spencer flagship store in Durham but I had only been back from my walk for five minutes when it poured with rain.
And we did not fancy a journey of 60 miles up the A1 on a Friday afternoon in torrential rain. So instead we went to a local Farm Shop/Cafe for a pot of tea and a piece of cake (cheese scone for me and coffee and walnut cake for W).
There were men with women in the cafe (there was a day when one would have said husbands with their wives, but not so these days). But there were no men sitting together chatting. Is this going into a cafe for afternoon tea a woman thing? When I think about it - do men have friends like women do? I suppose they have golfing friends, or friends at 'the club', or walking friends (in the case of the farmer) - but in no instance would the farmer ring one of his walking friends up just for a chat, or to suggest they went out to a cafe for a cup of tea. Do men and women have different needs on the friendship front? I suppose a man might ring a male friend and arrange to meet him down the pub for a pint.
Or perhaps it is an age thing. Perhaps young men regularly meet their friends but as men get older they no longer need to do this. I don't know but it would be interesting to find out.
Ah well, the moving finger writes and having writ moves us - I shall now go and get washed and dressed. No shower today as I have this ECG thing hanging round my waist, but when I think about the days when folk only had a bath on a Friday night whether they needed it or not (and often in the water which had already been used by older brothers and sisters) one day should not make it necessary for folk to avoid me. Enjoy your weekend whatever you are doing - and if you are in the UK, enjoy this flash of Autumn weather; it is not set to last.