It’s a some what grotty Wednesday evening in September, but the weatherman says we are in for a revival of an Indian Summer this weekend.
I certainly didn’t feel summery this morning, I woke up with the worst headache I can ever recall, but 2 paracetamol and 2 ibuprofen with a second dose of paracetamol sorted that.
Stella and I are out for our evening walk with grey clouds overhead. So who knows we may get wet before we’re home. It’s not cold although i am wearing my work fleece.
Ramparts lane is starting to have a more yellow canopy but the leaves are mostly still attached with a couple of chestnuts at the top of the lane displaying their bushy bristled fruit, or are they nuts?
Two big holly bushes make me think of Christmas most of the leaves I don’t recognise for sure though.
It’s only a short walk tonight as the rain seems more likely, and in fact even more likely as a distant rumble of thunder is heard.
The lush greens will soon be gone and the drab brown of the winter will rule. I will be wrapped up either in my work jacket, a fluorescent yellow or my was jacket, but no it’s not one of those.
Stella seems reluctant herself turning off Ramparts lane on to the path back into Fridaywood green and home.
I cannot help but wonder if I’ve got the first signs of a cold which would explain the headache this morning.
A squirrell spots up the nearest tree sitting above watching us pass by. Stella has a scent hardly looking up to check on her location or mine even bobbing for wee so making me stop in my tracks.