Here we are at the end of summer. We had a power cut last night and ended the beautiful day with a much needed early night. No power of any kind. No lights, no hot water, no phones, nothing. This happens fairly freqently in this little corner of Somerset. The art of success lies in remembering what was on so that it can be switched off. This avoids rude awakenings in the small hours – which is often when the power comes back on again.
So, this morning was an early start. A beautiful start. A wander round the valley in the cut fields was a bank holiday treat.
I am intrigued by the array of stunning webs and the ingenuity of how spiders link points together. They use what they have available and make something beautiful from it. The dew and early sun add drama and impact. And it all starts again the next evening.
Late swallows are chattering away and leaving with friends to mark the turning of seasons.