Autumn arrival

Well Summer did`nt appear to last long up here in Northumbria. Autumn has deffinately arrived. When the farmers cut their corn and barley and convert the straws into bales I always know that it signifys the end of Summer. September has been kind to us in the past, so lets hope so this year. In the last few weeks there has been dew on the cars on a morning and the shaddows have become longer in the evening.

Mind you, I have not quite written summer off as the above photograph shows it was very warm last week.

These square bales are from the remains of the rape seed harvest, those golden fields of yellow we see earlier in the year.

Long shaddows on the green usually creates an almost stripped effect at certain times of the day.

The Horsechestnut trees are now beginning to delight us with their Aumtumnal shades of oranges and browns. Usually the first tree to loose its leaves, and of course all those conkers become strewn all over the roads and paths, no longer played with by most children, particulary as health and safety madness plays its part in the games downfall.

And then there is the return of the summer flights from warmer climes, not quite a shock to the thermal climate just yet, but a damp coolness hits you as you step out of the aeroplane onto the tarmac. Incidently, the reverse happens when you open your suitcase at the holiday resort. Even after a few hours sat on a hot bus journey to your hotel, when you open your case, you can smell England and its damp atmosphere. Strange but true.
The first frosts will not be far away no doubt.