The North Wind Doth Blow and we shall have more bluster in the back yard than even the St Jude Storm could muster last Sunday night. We shall have the sort of day you’re supposed to stay indoors on, especially when you live on the coast. Except ‘avoid going out in strong winds’ usually translates to ‘get your boots on people’ provided the garden furniture isn’t actually taking off. We shall have the familiar-unfamiliar of strong and frequently gusting winds, oddly disconcerting in that they’re coming atcha from the wrong direction.
The coast path is deceptively warm, being sheltered from the north by the thick hedge. Everywhere I expect to get blown about I’m warm and calm, only to be blasted by a sheet of air from the wrong direction. I’d put on quite a lot of layers but once out of the wind it doesn’t feel like the beginning of November. But the flowers are gone. The blackberries and honeysuckle berries and bryony berries are gone. The leaves are going, and those remaining are the tired, in-between green of a coastal autumn. Continue reading