Thursday 19.09.2019

The other kind of autumn day shaping up this morning. Beat the bounds again, every single blade of grass glittering in the early morning sunlight, the gorse bushes so covered in sparkling spiders` webs they looked from a distance as if they`d gone pale grey overnight. Two or three more days of this forecast, not, apparently, an "Indian summer", according to the weatherman. That only applies in October. Whatever, will enjoy it while we can.



And indeed, prefer these more modest temperatures to that over-the-top heat we had at the end of Festival season down south in August. Too hot to move, the very last day was spent under a tree,waiting for it to cool down enough to set off on the long journey north. All three festivals (Boomtown, Beautiful Days and Shambala) the usual mix of the weird, the wonderful and the quirky,

good music, bonhomie and above all - fun!


Also, adventures involving vans, getting lost quite often - not to say stranded - moonlit walks at midnight along dual carriageways, more time than ever intended in Winchester and a five year old`s birthday. Love these summers. :)