The sunlight is very low some days and the other day sent shadows across an old flagstone; a miniature landscape of peaks and hollows appeared, reminding me of the strange dry softness of old stone. I sometimes feel like touching worn stone floors; softened by centuries of use, iron tyres, leather shoes, hoofs.
In the mornings the bathroom has a end-of-holiday mood and smells of cold air and soap.
I realised the other day that the swallows have gone and the ones we see now are migrating southwards, passing through this valley with its insects on their way south. The last few days the valley has been full of swallows and house martins, great balls of 40 or 50 birds over the houses.
Small children going to Big School for the first time; the neatness of uniform, the uniformity of neatness.
Landscape tones - brown stubble, mustard and acid green potato fields. I was reminded that I see autumn colour in terms of metal - rusts, bronzes, golds. But sometimes fruit colours are more appropriate - peaches, plums, ruby-red raspberries.
In the mornings the bathroom has a end-of-holiday mood and smells of cold air and soap.
I realised the other day that the swallows have gone and the ones we see now are migrating southwards, passing through this valley with its insects on their way south. The last few days the valley has been full of swallows and house martins, great balls of 40 or 50 birds over the houses.
Small children going to Big School for the first time; the neatness of uniform, the uniformity of neatness.
Landscape tones - brown stubble, mustard and acid green potato fields. I was reminded that I see autumn colour in terms of metal - rusts, bronzes, golds. But sometimes fruit colours are more appropriate - peaches, plums, ruby-red raspberries.
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