Awash

On the way to town,
fields by the river awash;
flood plain doing its job.

Unturned

Leaving
no leaf
unturned, searching for
any grubs hiding below.
Blackbird.

Weather Forecast

Weather
forecast rain.
Instead weak sunshine
sparkles on fallen leaves.
Golden.

Autumn Mists

The sun hides behind
a gauzy veil of cloud. Shy bride
of the autumn mists.

Red Flowers

Mizzle
and gloom,
but still cheerful
red flowers shine brightly.
Geranium.

Pyracantha

Red
Pyracantha berries;
easy reach from
fence perch for opportunistic
pigeon.

Old Fleece

Yes, I’m back at last. We have had a wonderful time touring through France to Spain and back and had some glorious weather most of the time. It didn’t begin to feel autumnal until we were at least half-way back through France. By the time we got back to the coast to make our ferry crossing torrential rain and gale force winds in the Channel caused all ferry sailings to be cancelled. We managed to book on the next one, half a day later, but it wasn’t the best of crossings. We also encountered bad weather for the first part of the journey home on the English side. This soon dried up, but we were then bedevilled with roadworks, road closures and deviations (including a lengthy detour from the M6 round Wolverhampton) as we drove north, finally arriving home in the small hours of the morning last Wednesday. Since then I have been catching up with various necessary jobs, cleaning the motorhome ready for winter lay-up, doing piles of washing and making an attempt at tidying the neglected garden. There is more to be done but it’s a start.

I sweep fallen leaves
wearing an old fleece jacket.
Damp autumnal chill.
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Travels

This will be my last post here for a while. We’re off on our travels again tomorrow, driving through France, visiting friends and relatives as we go, then to Spain to visit our daughter – our usual annual jaunt. Depending on where we are I may be able to pop in from time to time as I will have my laptop with me, but it will be spasmodic as we will be in our motorhome and not always where we can have wifi access. As always our son will be holding the fort at home – what would we do without him? We don’t expect to be back home until early to mid-November so apart from a possible few brief visits I look forward to seeing you again then.

Victims

Victims of drought,
fallen leaves lie on the ground.
Now those that are left
on the trees begin to turn
to autumn russets.

Thunder and Lightning

Apparently
we had
thunder and lightning
last night. I heard
nothing!

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