August

There are signs of autumn starting to appear. Turning from the garden wall yesterday, I could see that the wooded hillside above the house is splashed with yellow and faded browns. And this seemed to be the case wherever we went today. The swallows are gathering on the wires above the paddock. It is dark by 9pm and now, at 8.30, it is heavy dusk. Everybody is talking about the summer we didn't have.