Tempus Fugit

It's 4.30pm and here comes the rain that has been threatening all day. It's been blustery since last night loosening the earliest autumn leaves. What a downpour! Rain is bouncing a good 5cm off the shed roof. The sky has gone quite dark and the trees are thrashing to and fro. I am so relieved that it held off till now because the annual Northern Counties Heavy Horse Society's September ploughing match has been on today barely three miles away. I usually walk there and back but the looming  clouds put me off today. It's a good job that I didn't go or else I'd have been soaked! At least the match should be over by now so the horses won't be travelling cold and damp. I have lots of lovely photos from other years but nothing in my pc--I'll have to rectify that.

The swallows, martins and swifts left a few weeks ago and this morning I heard the honking of a flock of pink-footed geese flying overhead at 6am. They come from Iceland, after a brief stopover in Ireland, to spend the winter at Martin Mere, a Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust site about six miles away. They started coming back about a week ago and will be arriving by the thousand in the next few weeks. Yes folks, that brief Summer we had is over.

http://www.wwt.org.uk/news/192/sightings.html