West Wind, breath of Autumn

A heavy weight of hours has chain’d and bow’d
One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)

With autumn we have Gary’s birthday and what an occasion that is, was. All over by the time you read this but lets sing a little ditty - Happy Birthday to you - you can carry on while I compose my thoughts on how this blog can be contained.

The thing with Blogs is that they tend to start out saying one thing and then go a stray.

As can be seen from that Getty award winning image, the skies do hold a surprise as we walk our dog along Sandbanks Beach. Talking autumn, what is the Italian for false teething? (Answer is at the bottom of the page)

Autumn does bring its own little tasks and one of them is clearing out the tomato plants that are on their last legs affected with late blight. I must confess it was with a tinge of sadness as they did bless us with many sweet, juicy fruit. Getting carried away the sweet peas where also thrown out, waste of time really as they did not have the promised scent and no peas! Onwards and upwards we tackle the garage next weekend, I am not sure what we will find growing in there but faint heart never won fair maiden. 

Christmas is taking the high road again, 11 weeks and it is wonderful, glorious Christmas. We plan to go away to somewhere again, well I say again as we went to Scotland with Gary and Claudia a few years ago when Mika was a baby, she still is, so that is not that long ago. Michael is going to research the best deals and Robert is going to put his studies aside for a while and just join us on our journey, exploring the crags and fells of this wild country.

Took a trip to Portland Bill on Saturday, not much to say except what you can see from the images I have attached. Wild and windy place at the end of a narrow road but the trip was worth it as you climb over the Portland hill and then descend to the lighthouse. Great views of Weymouth harbour and Chessil beach, did not get a photo as we were in need of a coffee shop so pushed on to The Barn in Lytchett Minster, where we enjoyed a fine bowl of watercress and potato soup.
(Answer - Falsetto)