Mists and Mellow Fruitfulness

A thick damp dewy mist settled over Buxton during the night. Autumn is well and truly here. The nights draw in, there is a chill in the air, the leaves on the trees are either falling off or turning various shades of brown and soon our thoughts will turn to winter. But first there is the small matter of the Weasels eighteenth birthday party. She has looked forward to being eighteen for several years. "I can't wait dad, I'm so excited, I'll be able to do what I want and go where I want." As I point out to her, in reality all this means is that she will be able to do legally what she has been doing for the past six months or so illegally. Still she is excited and so are we for her. It is a turning point, another milestone on the way.

Despite the mist and thick fog this morning, I spent a couple of minutes watching a Coal Tit feeding on the various seeds and bits of fruit that Mrs BW had put out in the back garden. It was a handsome little bird. Beautifully marked. Along with the sparrows it seemed particularly taken with the rotting apples and plums. I guess some sort of fermentation had probably started. If so we will end up with a garden full of legless (not literally, the cats are too old) birds. Should make for some amusing photographs.

Buxton on an Autumn Day

As a change from the Goyt I spent an hour or so wandering around the town with Mrs BW and my camera. It was a glorious autumnal day. Sunny but cold and for a change no wind.



Sadly the crescent is still empty, as it has been for the past sixteen years. It is on the verge of being refurbished, but as we have been there before, I guess we will believe it when we see it. At the moment it stands as a crumbling monument to short sightedness, ignorance and inertia.

Season of Mist and Mellow fruitfulness

I was early for my appointment, so popped up the road and parked in the car park just off Goyt Lane. It was misty and foggy and the air was damp but I could smell the bracken and the clean earthy smell of the moors. In spite of the grey skies, I felt my spirits lift.



The little bit of the brown hillside that was visible through the fog was tinged with golds and oranges. Though I miss the curlews and look forward to their return in the spring, the autumnal colours and the silence make up for their absence. Its a wonderful place to sit and to empty your mind of all the stuff that clutters it up. Things seem to slot into place, worries and troubles drift away.



I sat for a few minutes and collected my thoughts. I was ready to face the day. Even the fact that some selfish bastard had dumped a load of rubbish by the side of the road could not dampen my mood.

Another perfect Autumn Day

Managed to get some time off on thursday, so spent a few hours in the Goyt. Another perfect autumn day. Down in the valley by the wooden footbridge the ground was frozen solid in the shade. Hints of winter at last?