The mornings are starting to feel a little chillier now, there’s a regular morning breeze that’s been absent for a while, and the days are shortening. It’s now dark in the mornings when I get up, and the sun is down again by nine o’clock in the evening. I’m wearing long trousers again and my shorts are only coming out if the mercury rises high enough.
Last week I was watching swallows and house martins, diving and wheeling across the playing fields near my house, flying incredibly low, trying to catch insects. It won’t be much longer before they head South and I’m assuming that this is their last chance to stock up before they leave.
I actually like autumn and welcome it’s arrival, although it signals a change, it’s full of vibrant colours and there is still a little warmth left from the summer months around to convince me that the sun is quite done yet.