What a difference a bit of sunshine makes. My visitors from The Netherlands are coming at the week-end and I am busy organising things for them coming - we are so much looking forward to seeing them.
Yesterday was fog, rain, cloud and thoroughly miserable - today (what a difference a day makes) there is a light breeze and the sun has shone all day.
This morning the farmer went to his feed merchants in Masham, about ten miles away. I went with him for the ride (as I usually do) and I took my camera, expecting that the trees of Autumn would be spectacular. They have hardly begun to change yet, apart from the odd beech tree here and there, so my Autumn colours of Wensleydale will have to wait a while.
The farmer has started tidying up jobs for winter. I am trying to persuade him to hire a skip and fill it. I am sure there is enough 'rubbish' lying about to fill a dozen skips - but my goodness me he takes some persuading. In fact I shall not mention it again or I shall tip the scales over into nagging rather than persuading. He does agree that there is a lot of rubbish on various benches (last year a robin built a nest on the bench in his big shed and the nest was really not visible unless you knew exactly where to look.) Everything on the bench was the same brownish colour - tools, rusty bits of this and that, bits of old rag etc. She laid her eggs, reared her young and off they flew and nobody disturbed her.