The simple things in life, like walking to the end of our street, and onto the rough track and into open countryside, the hedges on both sides laden with blackberries, sloes and rosehips.
We have enough autumn fruit for now, and so we walk just for the pleasure of it, along the ever-changing lanes past fields that a few weeks ago were full of rope wheat, now are ploughed and ready for the next season's crop.
That was Tuesday; a glorious late summer's day, the sun shone out of a clear blue sky, and the temperature climbed and the wind gently blew; warm.
By turns we reached the cliff edge, and the sea was still, with the usual ferries and distant container ships moving. Others were walking along the cliffs, and the smell of cooking drifted through the air from bluebirds.
we walked home, back to the house of four cats. Not that they are all happy. If I didn't know better I would say our resident cats were sulking, and the hissing and sulking making them seem ever more like truculent teenagers. The kittens really don't mind; they play, they fight, they eat and then sleep. Bless.
In preparation for our trip to York, we took all the cats to the cattery yesterday; more hissing and spitting, from them all! And then on to pick our friend Gary up, and on to King's Wood near Ashford, to photograph some fungi and walk in the woods, as it was another warm, sunny late summer/early autumn day.
We found plenty of fungi, erupting through the leaf litter on the forest floor,and photographed them good. and then it was time to head back to Dover, as it was Nan's 96th birthday, and we were taking her out to lunch.
Out, back into the country, this time north towards Sandwich, and then over the marshes surrounding the Stour, through Preston and onto Grove Ferry, where the Inn serves fine food all day. The sun had become a little watery,but it was still a fine afternoon. And there was plenty of space inside, although the service a little slow. But in truth we were in no hurry, and so we talked whilst we waited for the food to arrive, and did some people watching. One couple seemed to be an office affair, as a darkly tanned man in an open top BMW met a smartly dressed woman, and they went out onto the patio for a chat, a drink and a smoke.
And so now, we're off to York. Our train leaves just before 11; we head up to St Pancras and then walk over the road to Kings Cross, and then up the East Coast Main Line, through Peterborough, Newark and Doncaster and then to York. we are staying in a convent! Or a former convent; we promise to be good!
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