There's a very definite change in the atmosphere. Farmers busy themselves with essential work while the weather holds and just beyond the fields, the waters of the Irish Sea are a little rougher than of late.
Lamps are switched on earlier in the evenings, the spiders are weaving cobwebs overnight on an industrial scale in my home- they abseil from the ceiling, dangling right in front of my eyes. I've hand-transported a few bold beasties from the house to outdoors, fully aware that I'm just slowing down their progress as they find their way back in for the night shift. It's still too warm to keep the windows closed.
I spotted this fabulous village sign on a work visit this week. For years a friend thought it was pronounced Tamla O'Frilly.
Today, the sultry, heavy weather sent me to the hedgerows with my parents for blackberries. Smaller fruits and less juicy this year I think, but enough. Maybe we're following on from other pickers or maybe July just wasn't wet enough. Lots are still red and runty and probably won't get enough rain now to swell then sun to ripen.
Drippy jelly action in the kitchen tonight after book club and in the morning, sweetness added and a few pots of brambly goodness to put away for the dark months.
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