You might say that it's a premature sign of Autumn. The rowan berries are turning orange. A starling, plunging into the tree, has noticed too.
I meet a dog walking on its own, very business like. What sort of dog?I would say that there is something in its gait that suggets a Staffordshire bull terrier, but it lacks the machismo to qualify for the whole works. As it enters the Grove it raises a leg and pees agains a bollard which bears the notice "Keep your dog on a lead".
I sit surrounded by herbs, rub leaves between finger and thumb and breathe in.