Despite the ricked back it's been another week of work and non-angling jobs that need to be done before the bad weather makes an appearance, which it most surely will. The weather is changing and the mornings have a noticeably cooler edge, particularly when the wind is blowing from the north and off the North Sea.
A morning was well spent splitting a pile of logs that were sawn and prepared for splitting two years ago, the logs had been seasoning for two years in old barn and our farmer neighbour's hydraulic splitter working from the back of a tractor made short work of them. Then it was time to stack them and there are few more satisfying jobs.
Unless less it is boiling hot weather the two terriers get two walks a day, early morning and late afternoon and if the heat builds up they have to make do with charging around the house and secure garden because at thirteen and a half Barney just can't cope with the levels of heat that we've been enjoying. Mind you, neither can I for that matter.
Now that autumn is here and temperatures are more predictable he's a lot happier and trundles along at his own pace without Lucie's manic, flat-out, full speed to get everywhere and keep off my apple.
On the daily walks, particularly the early walk, there's more evidence of the presence of the Little Owls in the old Nissen Hut. The evidence is in the form of regurgitated pellets that are almost one hundred percent beetle shells and wing cases. One blessing of the cooler mornings is the spider art, the webs look like jewels or works of installation art with the beads of dew on them, somebody should make a giant web from glass.
Meanwhile the terriers and I have picked some of these beautiful pears and carefully carried them back to ripen in the kitchen. This is in the hope of a pear tart and a pear upside down cake as well. Well you have to live and dream in hope and they are lovely pears. I don't know whether they are Comice or William pears but they look and taste marvellous so that will do for me.
