Tomorrow is the last day before British Summertime ends, the clocks are put back one hour and darkness falls before tea time.
To be honest, the fact that for a little while it is lighter in the mornings always seems totally unnoticeable to me. But it all means less time to do things outside and more time inside.
To this end I have been trying this afternoon to finish off my bulb-planting. All but one dozen of the daffodils are now in the ground and all the crocus. (the snowdrops I never disturb). There are about a hundred tulips to go in but it is still plenty of time for those.
How lucky we have been here inWensleydale with the weather this Autumn. Our River - the River Ure - can reputedly rise as much as twenty feet in an hour in pouring wet weather as water runs off the fells and down all the becks to join the main river. This means that at key points along the Dale is becomes impossible to get through. There is a high road and a low road, and by crossing from one to the other at certain points it is usually possible to negotiate the Dale with difficulty. This year there has not been one single day when the Ure has been high.
The Syndicate shooting begins tomorrow so that the farmer will be out all day and I shall have the day to myself - I shall go out with my secateurs and cut off several rogue shoots I have spotted on the climbing roses, I shall go to the Library and change my books, I shall spend an hour on the jig saw which is calling from the table and then I shall get ready to go out to friends for dinner in the evening. A nice, relaxing day - hopefully.