Yesterday the bright Autumn sun shone all day and the temperature was up in the high sixties (sorry, I just have not gone metric). Today, after a clear blue sky early in the morning, the fog rolled in and the temperature dropped. It was our Village Church Coffee Morning (I always go to it) and the drive there (about a mile for me) showed the temperature (on the car dashboard and in metric!!) as sixteen. On my return journey two hours later the dashboard showed the temperature as seven. Now, mid afternoon, the fog has cleared but there is no difference at all to the temperature, so taking Tess for her lunchtime walk meant wearing my Winter anorak. And it was jolly cold too.
The wood burner is laid ready to light at tea time, the curtains ready to draw across and we can settle down to a cosy evening watching 'Strictly Come Dancing'. Some of my more intellectual friends are horrified that I watch such a programme, but I love the way that rubbish dancers improve week after week by putting in so much practice.
The farmer and I are thinking about our next year's Spring holiday. We have been considering a River Cruise, maybe on the Rhine or the Danube. But after talking about it for a couple of days I have to be realistic and say that my mobility is not up to Eurostar - I just could not keep up on the walking to and from the train with the rest of the group. So now we are thinking of Rail Journeys in the UK.
If anyone has any experience of these I would be grateful for any suggestions.
There are some lovely tours round the coast of the British Isles by boat, but sadly I am the world's worst sailor. It only has to have a ripple on the sea and I am prone in my cabin being seasick.
But I really do want the farmer to see a little more of this country a bit further away from home but I don't want him to have to drive there. Decisions, decisions.