Sunday, 20 September 2015
Saturday morning bike ride.
A misty start. Lots of dew-dropped cobwebs and ripening berries.
As I and the sun climb higher the mist starts to clear. I am rewarded with beautiful clear views at the reservoir, though even as I sit to admire them the mist drifts back over, changing the view in minutes.
I left at 7:30am and get home at 11:30 (the ride includes lots of photo-faffing time, not all 4 hours are spent actually cycling!) to find freshly baked muffins waiting.
A lovely start to the day.
Days like these put me in mind of the first line of "To Autumn" by Keats - "Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,". Linda @ Occasional Scotland introduced me to few more lines which I now can't get out my head as I am hearing (but not seeing) robins whenever I am out and about: " and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies." I saw swallows still here on Wednesday!