A beautiful early Autumn day. Clothes are changing now. Socks and boots are back on and layers brought, if not worn all the time. A new autumnal fleece, deep red, in my bag.
The air smells different as I enter the parks. Cooler, autumnal. The falling has begun, the dieback. I love the seasons changing, rejoice in the fact that I live somewhere with four distinct seasons. There are new students here, wondering ‘Where’s the lake?’ I envy their discoverings but not their youth. I love my ageing in this place, nearly 40 years now of walking through its seasons.
The pathway through Otterspool follows the bed of a river, long since culverted. But just on the left here, for a few yards between culverts you can see it.
I sit a while and read. And as the afternoon cools my new fleece gets put on.
Heading back through the autumn parklands to Plot 44, Sarah’s Allotment. Where there are also Autumn Observations to be made.
Then it is now.