21st September

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"A robin sang all his note during Divine Service in the body of the church." Richard Hayes, 1766 (Kent)

"...we wound up a chalky precipice of great sweep and length, with steep downs rising over it; sheep on the summit showing themselves against the sky. A fine moon rose, and lighted us over the downs to Horndon. Heard only the sheep-bells, as the shepherd was folding his flocks, and they came down from the hills." Ann Radcliffe, 1798 (Hampshire)

"Our thatched roof of rusted gold..." William Blake, 1800 (Sussex)

"Another dense white fog which cleared off to cloudless blue and brilliant sunshine at 11... Went to the Bronith. People at work in orchard gathering up the windfall apples for early cider. The smell of the apples very strong. Beyond the orchards the lone aspen was rustling loud and mournfully a lament for the departure of summer. Called on the old soldier. He was with his wife in the garden digging and gathering red potatoes which turned up very large and sound... The great round red potatoes lay thick, fresh and clean on the dark newly turned mould [sic]... the sun grew low... we heard the distant shots at partridges." Francis Kilvert, 1870 (Radnorshire)


The sun is up so much later, and sets so much earlier - I realised that I need to leave work before 7pm if I want to walk home, now... But it was another glorious blue and warm day, and walking home in the early evening was pretty - the sun was setting in a deep pink glow again...
Byslantedlight, 2009 (Cambs.)

22nd September

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22nd September

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"Great dew, cold air, cloudless." Gilbert White, 1786 (Surrey)

"Sat on the deck [en route to the Isle of Wight fro Portsmouth]; a fine view of the town, the hospital, the forts and harbour, as we sailed out, the sea not rough. Hear the he-hoes of the sailors, afar in the channel, and the boatswain's shrill whistle. Past through a part of the fleet; saw Sir Sidney Smith's fine ship, of immense size, with many other large ones round it. A cloudy sunset, but a gleam came out that fell upon the distant town and harbour, lighted up the sea, and touched the dark polished sides of all the ships." Ann Radcliffe, 1798 (The Solent)


Geese at sunrise...


No really - geese! Flying... erm... actually in a sort of north east direction... hmmn!


I wished I'd had my camera with me all during the sunset though, because it was spectacular - arms reaching out to the sky, and then swooping around in wind-borne tentacles. This is the most wonderful cloud country... Byslantedlight, 2009 (Cambs.)