The windy, rainy cold part of an autumnal Spring has hit today. There may be new lambs in the field but, as in England, that does not marshall in good weather.
The rain has been well and truly blown away and whilst blue skies dominate my view the trees and bamboo are bending like a limber ballet dancer.
The fire has been lit and I wish that the curtain designed to curtail the draught under my front door was hanging in front of it, not residing in the seamstresses' shop.
The dogs are playing havoc indoors as the front door is firmly shut so they cannot go in and out as they choose. I think they are the wrong side of said door!