Autumn is here.
There is a definite chill in the air.
I’ve been washing the spare bedroom bedding this morning and have hung it on the field gate to dry.
Leaves are whipping down the lane as if in a grey river and have started to heap in the gateways and livery stable fields and the ponies have started to wear their winter coats.
Roger has been galloping around the front garden, excited by the wind.
He remains a joy
A regular little gentleman.
Who has only just started to learn to cock his leg up against the shrubs and flowers like an adult.
Chic Eleanor has just messaged. We are meeting in the pub at 5.30
“ how naughty !” She texted
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