Each morning the sun rises further south than the day before, shadows lengthen day on day too, the colours of the garden are now dark reds and oranges, these are the last days of summer. Each morning one of us gathers raspberries from the canes at the bottom of the garden, there is a harvest enough for our breakfasts and for the meals of blackbirds and thrushes.
We have a quiet morning; coffee and fruit for first breakfast, then more coffee and croissants for second breakfasts. Good as we seem to have lost a meal the day before, but we really weren't that hungry. Until we thought about it.
The plan, if that's what you could call it, was to go out for a walk, to survey the hedgerows for autumnal fruit and the last of the summer flowers. We left laden with bags and cameras, heading to the end of the street and out across the fields. 
The day was supposed to be bright and warm, but the walk started off cool and under heavy clouds. There was little to see over the fields, just the burdock had gone to seed, and the fields were lush green with some winter crop. 
Once we had gone past the butterfly glade and the now empty pig's copse, the sun came out and the colours went from muted to full on technicolor.
We pass a group of military cadets on some kind of navigation exercise, they were singing along to a wireless speaker, so modern hit of which I had no knowledge. We stood by and let them pass before walking up to the lane that runs parallel with Windy Ridge.
A mournful horse came over hoping to be made a fuss of, but many fields have signs requesting we not feed or pet the horses, so we apologises tot eh sad horse. It tracks beside us until we pass the end of its field.
We turn for home, not much seen, but the walk wasn't wasted.Once home I make coffee and then we have more cheese with the last of the baguettes I made last week.
All done in time to watch the latest stage of Le Tour which I did not know what even on nine days ago, and now I don't miss.Midway through the afternoon I make a coffee which we have with the baked apricots tarts I rustled from No Name Shop the day before. A mix of fresh fruit and ground almonds in some kind of jammy liqueur. Perfect.
The cyclists go up and down more mountains, and the long time leader was caught just before the line.
Shame.Dinner is herb-crusted rack of lamb, spicy lamb burger, roast potatoes, sweet chilli stir fry and fresh corn.
And a fresh bottle of fizz.Fizzing.
Jools went upstairs to watch more Line of Duty, I mess around online and with pictures.
THe evening passes, and we have had a good weekend.
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