I awoke this morning to torrential rain and a definite nip in the air and I feel that the summer is now officially over. I’m looking after my neighbour’s chickens and they were a very sorry and soggy sight this morning at an early hour. Sadly one of them had bitten the dust on Saturday so first thing yesterday morning I had to dig a hole at the side of her shed and do the deed. Now this is not really a problem in itself, but there are all the chickens she’s ever had buried around there so you have to hope that you don’t dig up a previous occupant! Luckily I didn’t and so LT was laid to rest.
The rest of the weekend, in between working and a theatre group get together at my house, was spent tidying up in the garden. There are still lots of apples on the cooker tree, but all just out of reach annoyingly and so I had to warn everyone not to sit under the tree yesterday because some of them are so big they’d knock you out. I’m thinking of a net next year like the Italians use to collect their olives because it’s such a shame to waste them (possibly fortune making opportunity…). I made an apple crumble which was much appreciated by the assembled company and will use the rest with the tomatoes that are left to make another batch of Indian Summer chutney. I stacked and covered all my logs and got some kindling together and TG and I lit the fire on both Saturday and Sunday nights which was very cosy and coupled with a fat old roast dinner rounded off the weekend nicely.
I don’t mind the winter coming when I know that I can hole up indoors, light the fire, read books and watch telly. There are winter walks to look forward to on blowy deserted beaches where we don’t go in the summer and room again in pubs and restaurants that are jam packed in the season and that we avoid like the plague. The Island returns to the residents in the winter months and we get out and make the most of it. There’s loads to do in the run up to Christmas and I really need to get my act together and get on with it. My Nan used to say that when you’re that busy you’ll meet yourself coming back and in think in my case she just might have been right!