The summer heat a thing of the past. Down by the storm drain dog and owner sit and watch the clouds scudding in from the Bay of Biscay. Sophie leans in, has an ear scrunch and is told autumn is on its way. She certainly has the coat for colder weather and bracing winds.
This morning we talk to Manhattanites about booster shots, submarines and Joe Manchin. Angus still isn't allowed to go to the US so it's agreed that we'll all meet in London later this month. Quite why double vaccinated Europeans can't go to the US remains one of lifes illogicalities.
From the storm drain we head down to the Holy Well then back up the ox track to the village green. The overnight winds have brought down the chestnuts which carpet the tarmac in front of the war memorial. Sophie studies the chestnuts closely but decides they aren't to her taste. The men reroofing the outbuilding show up early. They don't have biscuits so Sophie ignores them but carefully sniffs each wheel of their van.