By: Blonde Two
I have been planning this blog post for ages. Autumn is supposed to be my favourite season of all. I was going to talk about cold walks under sunny sky, it nearly being time for gloves and happy feet kicking piles of crispy dry leaves. You have to love a crispy dry leaf, there is nothing in this world like the feeling of it under your feet. I have been known to turn around and go back a few metres especially to stamp on a particularly crispy looking dry leaf.
This Autumn, however, it all seems to have gone a bit wrong. I can’t see any of the “mellow fruitfulness” at all – this year Autumn just seems to be a season of mists. To be honest, I can’t really see anything much. Dartmoor has disappeared from my view, I am reliably informed that it is still there hiding behind the “season of mists” (apologies to Mr Keats for pulling his poem apart) – but even when Blonde One and I went up to check last weekend, there appeared to be bits missing. For example, I didn’t get one glimpse of the North Hessary mast, Sharp Tor had lost its top and Two Bridges only had One Bridge. (That last one isn’t strictly true but please allow me some poetic license.)
I am slightly aggrieved by our new weird but not at all wonderful Autumn weather but hope is not lost as we haven’t finished September yet. There are, as in every situation, some advantages to a damp, dank, (any other word beginning with dan) Autumn;
1. It is a busy work time for the Two Blondes and maybe not being able to see Dartmoor makes us long to be there less (not sure this is true).
2. We are planning to go out and be “found” by Dartmoor Rescue again soon. Those red jackets look even more exciting when they loom at you out of the mist.
3. We wanted to go and do some night navigation to keep our low visibility skills up to date. We can do this earlier and go to the pub after if it is misty.
4. I can’t think of a number four. Would someone turn the dehumidifier on please!
On the plus side these Autumn mists are wonderful to hill walkers as they can stand in the sunshine and look down on the clouds. Im sure your day will come!
Is that your way of telling me to walk up some bigger hills?
When its misty walk up bigger hills but you may have to come to Wales to do that!
Wales, Wales, sweet are thy hills and thy vales?
I think you might be rivalling Keats with mellifluous phrases like “crispy brown leaves” – delightful.
Maybe may career in poetry has a hope after all 🙂
I don’t think you should give up on Autumn just yet. Officially my birthday is the first day of Autumn and that was only 6 days ago!!! And the leaves on the trees still look pretty green to me – maybe I just haven’t noticed since my short commute to work doesn’t involve passing many trees!!!
Well now we have thunderstorms – maybe you are right. Maybe it is still summer and I haven’t noticed. Penalty of visiting a spring in August!
And despite the thunder and lightning I’m still wearing my shorts, so it must still be summer!!!