Winding down towards Winter
Light hits the world at a different angle. The focus changes and everything seems closer. Folds in the mountains. Foam on the waves. Shadows on the sand, and the work to be done before winter contains us.
Then colour shifts to monochrome and clouds herald storms. Down by the strand, grass melts from the fields where cows wait for the sileage.
Back at the house, work goes on with one eye on the weather.
And, between sunshine and showers, we gather in our own winter fodder.
The last of the beans and greens from the garden, the blight free spuds, mustard and a couple of Jerry Kennedy's sausages.