It had been raining all day, and then, as we settled into evening, the sky cleared and we had pinch of sunshine. And more mysteriously, some mist – which is unusual in July.
This is from last summer. I know I have titled this cows – but I have a feeling these are really bullocks. On the farmland near where I live there is always a fairly continuous turnover of livestock.
And as you can see here, the field now contains sheep. As subjects, they are quite different when I approach the hedge: the cows (or bullocks) tend to walk over to stare at me, while the sheep usually to run away. Sometimes, if I use my patented stalking method (stand very still), the sheep drift back. But they are aways watching me very closely.
I think I have walked around the park every day since the first lockdown. Normally, in the noise of work and rush, the seasons tend to pass outside the window, but because we have all been at home I have been able to notice the changes in the weather as the seasons pass.
As you can see, we have had a patch of foggy weather, which makes me think we are transitioning into winter. I’m trying to think of a good poem to quote which would describe the feeling of walking through a foggy landscape. Any ideas?
Anyway, to come back to the original thought – it is gently pleasing to see the seasons pass – notice the days get longer and then get shorter again. I used to hate getting up to go to work in the dark and then returning home in darkness. But it did mean that I got to see sunrise, which always feels special, particularly in spring, when the light seems golden on the morning frost.
In the UK, we are in lockdown, which means we are all spending a lot more time at home. This picture is from my morning exercise walk through some park land near where I live. The whole situation at the moment is pretty difficult, but the weather has been beautiful.