Sunday morning. That wonderful time of the year when the mornings are still warm but the air is clear and hints at winter and endless skies. Sophie waits impatiently for her brother.
On the telephone wires hundreds of swallows sunning themselves and chatting distractedly away. Can birds be happy ? From the joyful cadences the journey ahead is viewed with delight.
In the little market town the local firemen are displaying a collection of historic fire engines. Bob de-threats the tyres. Thankfully, nobody notices. Or, if they do, they don't say anything.
The road safety organization has a little Peugeot mounted on a gimble. This spins the car round head over heels five time to simulate an accident. There are certain ages when you can have breakfast and then be spun rapidly around. Angus has reached an age where this is definitely not advisable.
As we leave there is a small drama. A six year old child, male, has been allowed to clamber onto a fire tender and try on a fireman's helmet. This is what is known as community PR. The fireman turns his back and next thing you know the six year is shimmering up an immensely long ladder. When we hear the screaming he's clambered up fifteen feet or so. Six is an age where fear has yet to make an impact on the psyche. Mother is apoplectic, Father is wishing he'd stayed at home , Fireman is agitated, Child is oblivious to the pandemonium below. One wonders how parents of young males ever make it into middle age with their sanity intact.
This happens tonight : http://www.masslive.com/news/index.ssf/2015/09/supermoon_lunar_eclipse_september_2015_blood_moon.html