I have been enjoying evening walks with the dog. As the days grow shorter, the walks are getting darker. I'm going to have to dig out the hi-viz vest.
|George includes his hand so we have a sense of scale|
I've been on numerous evening walks with Polly up to the woods.
Since August, our cat Julio has decided that he needs to come with us. So now there is this strange American just outside the village who walks both her dog and her cat. Julio is one odd cat.
The mushrooms are as numerous as they are plentiful as well. They are under every single large beech tree.
|Mushroom with purple gills|
|-unknown red capped mushroom -|
We had taken delivery of a load of logs the other day and the new logs need to be stacked on the big green plastic tarp. This morning, The Man of the Place was re-arranging the firewood and discovered some beasties that have already begun their hibernation. Frogs, toads and two newts were sleeping in last year's logs and old bits of bark. We didn't want to disturb them my desire for organisation overrides. I demand that all logs be put neatly on the tarp and the tarp folded over the logs to keep the rain off.. It is so nice to have dry logs when we need to light a fire.
I'll report on the state of the garden next time. . . . .