I had meant to blog earlier in the month when it was quite cool that I had smelled the first woodsmoke for the season and, at the weekend, I saw the first trailer-load of wood for the season. These, of course, are plane trails but I love their proximity to our chimney. And yet another reminder of travel to come.
But. I am being facetious. This was not the end to the day. Steve took the dogs out for a midnight ramble and Siss has rolled in duck poo. So she's just had a bath and all I can smell is duck poo.
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