Saturday, 9 November 2013


This is a term widely used in Europe to denote a late summer.  Until last weekend, that is what we had.

I sat out in the garden on almost every day last week.  And, on Tuesday, it was so lovely out I decided to walk to the Prince of Wales, which I had been too busy to do in the actual summer.  Here is a shot of the river you have to cross to get there from my house.

Doesn't look autumny at all, does it.  It's a bit misty, because I took it with my phone.

We then went down to the west country for a few days to enjoy the warm weather by the coast.  And look what I found when we returned - 

This is my garden.  The same garden I posted a pic of a week ago when it was still decidedly green.  But it's pretty, isn't it.

And this is the view from the top of my road.

I think St Martin has finally abandoned us.


  1. We still call it Indian summer but the politically-correct bossies will have that changed one of these days. There is a lovely story of First Nations ancestors dancing around autumn fires in the sky to make the world change to warm colours.

    1. I don't think there ought to be anything offensive in 'Indian Summer' (we still use it here too), unless people don't say 'Indian' at all these says; it was the important crop=gathering time of the year once.

  2. I loved your garden and your neighbourhood , what a beautiful place .