We are both enjoying the September sunshine and have watched the cut grass allow the heat of the day turn it into hay with a little help from a woman on a tractor.Overhead there are swallows and housemartins feeding themselves up for their trip to the south. We have a pair of kestrels perching in full view and buzzards are heard frequently. At night the tawnys call.

Wednesday saw us take in Richard Third and Twelth Night at Stratford. It was entertaining enough but the that bit extra was provided by a 'fat team' who thudded down the aisle and flopped into their seats. They would make good friends sitting next to them on an aeroplane. There was more when Mrs Huge Size arrived with Mr Slim. I wonder how that works but neccesity is the mother of invention- so good luck to them.

All in all a good night and yesterday was a quiet day with a trip into Fownhope and then into Ledbury and of course visits to the bookshops. I have a lot of memories there and so it was good to amble around and take it all in again.
The writing that I had every intention of doing has not happened-so far-but I still am thinking on it.