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…..on the way - my favourite season. Kids back to school, football played in correct temperatures, Fuller's Red Fox available ( just had the email ), idiots keep their car windows closed. What more could one ask ?
I’ve noticed that the spiders are at it again. Why on earth they pick on wing mirrors baffles me, but so be it. Bring on the bad weather - I can’t wait.
I was in a not very good band at school (think peak Britpop era) and the drummer walked in after summer break saying he’d written a song called ‘Autumn Thoughts’
It was far too tender for a bunch of 16 year old lads and we ripped him for it.
But whenever it turns to autumn, I think of that song by the drummer now 30 years later - perhaps it wasn’t that bad after all 🤣🤣
It's been an incredibly hot summer of excessive temperatures, with worrying undertones of what is surely to come. However, it would be remiss to kiss goodbye to the summer of 25 and not recall that one glorious sun drenched evening down on the French/Spanish border, when Rangers conquered Europe's finest in a display of total football mastery.
Next time I meet a Chelsea fan, I'll look him square in the eye and say, 'Yes senor however, the difference is that I was there, you weren't!'
Autumn, most definitely to be welcomed.
'Always In Motion' by John Honney available on amazon.co.uk
Sunday evening me and the Mrs were at the orchard near here scrumping for pears, for a while It was silent apart from the sound of distant church bells, anyway a muddy public footpath runs through the orchard and adjacent farmers field, a little toddler turned up by herself about four or five trees away and was trying to get some pears but couldn't reach them, I shouted to her do you want any help? and she shouted back ''I'm trying to get a pear for my Daddy'' well she succeeded, shouted goodbye and rode off on her little bike.
We live In one hell of a great and beautiful Country we should never forget that.
Spring Is my season, the sight of early rose bushes just blossoming and coming into flower Is something else, my Magnolia tree flopped this year and disappointingly only grew one flower.
We're of to Cornwall next week and I'll spend a whole week watching the fishing boats leaving and returning whilst sat on a bench by the quayside.
I was born In Queen Charlotte's Hospital If anybody Is wondering.
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My Father had a profound influence on me, he was a lunatic.
Summer and eating/drinking outdoors cannot be beaten You can keep your rain, cold, grey dampness and shove it!!!!
Agree wholeheartedly. Summer is best, followed by Spring. Autumn is horrible, and Winter horrendous (not that I'm ever here for Winter as that's the season to get down to the Southern Hemisphere to follow the cricket, thankfully)
Spring and summer for me. Autumn is lovely but just a reminder the previous two are over and winter beckons. Dark by 5pm, cold on the motorbike (yes, my choice but car not possible to get to work and train/tube is just too expensive)
Being a plasterer who works mostly in basements . I see little or no sunlight in the winter . Up early to drive in darkness and usually home in darkness.. summer for me. we’re lucky if we get 3 matches in shorts and T shirts at HQ. Jackets for the rest. Colour wise it’s a beautiful season .
Summer and eating/drinking outdoors cannot be beaten You can keep your rain, cold, grey dampness and shove it!!!!
I'm with Lblock. Yes there's not much lovelier than Autumn leaves in the Sun, a crisp frost in Winter enveloped in blue skies and the plants budding in Spring on the first warmish sunny day of the year (and tit monday). Except a good Summer like this one: where i've barely worn trousers or long socks, pottered in the garden because it's nice, met friends in beer gardens, cycled everywhere out of choice, barbecued to my hearts content (even just a couple of sausages on a weekday) and gone straight from garden to bed on numerous evenings. Every season has it's charm but Summer is the season for me by a country mile.
Summer and eating/drinking outdoors cannot be beaten You can keep your rain, cold, grey dampness and shove it!!!!
The winter of 62-63 was the acme for me. Old Arthur Long next door went up to the corner shop for half an ounce of Old Holborn and when he came back, his hat had frozen to his head.
Autumn is possibly the most poetic of the seasons, it lends itself to melancholy and wistfulness. There are some very well known autumn poems, with Keats' Ode to Autumn at the forefront.. I quite like this one by T. E. HULME.
Autumn
A touch of cold in the Autumn night— I walked abroad, And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge Like a red-faced farmer. I did not stop to speak, but nodded, And round about were the wistful stars With white faces like town children.
How was it Clive James put it? “Season of mists and mellow frightfulness.” But actually I’m quite partial to it myself. I find the older I get the more I tend to steer away from extreme temperatures. As long as there’s sunshine and it’s not one of those years when it starts raining in September and doesn’t stop.
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