Tuesday 15.10.2013

Something magical about walking in the last hour or so of daylight - not many of these evening, post-work walks left this year. Ten to six,lowering slate clouds overhead, pastel pinks and blues on the horizon, cold air and the mist beginning to shroud grass and trees.

Disturbed the roosting crows

and dogs hyper-excited by emergence of night shift of little furry animals.

As it grew darker, lights appeared across the hills and a plume of smoke from a farmhouse chimney spiralled straight upwards into the sky while tendrils of mist began to curl over the grass and round the trees.

It should have been quite serene as we headed towards the road in the very last of the light,
but Dog 2 managed to catch herself on a barbed wire fence and let out a blood-curdling scream which echoed across the still air, momentarily silencing every other living thing in the vicinity.

However, having managed to release herself she came bounding up to join us, apparently none the worse and we walked home under a bright moon with the first star hanging over our heads as two owls emerged from the woods and began skimming across the fields.

Spellbinding.


Later: was outside just after midnight, a clear starlit sky, with the moon casting a ghostly sheen across the mist spread just at waist height over the fields. Completely still, a good night to catch the Harmony of the Spheres.....

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Musica_universalis

Dog 2 is in fact very sore,having managed to pare a thin layer of skin off herself......no more walks for a few days and maybe she`ll learn........no, of course she won`t.