We humans do like to classify things, put things in their proper place – or is that just me? I don’t think so. This morning was the last day of summer up here in the frozen north and so it was nice to get out and take in the last of those summer rays. However, as I stood there in east Leicestershire it certainly felt much more autumnal than anything else as the sun peaked about the horizon. Somehow I don’t think the seasons and mother nature care two hoots about whether this day is August or September.
A friend of mine claims that I am a horse whisperer as I will always talk to any horse I come across. Whether that makes me a horse whisperer or just someone who will talk to anyone or anything I’ll let you be the judge of that. So as I was standing taking in the splendor of Gaulby Church I also became acquainted with this rather nice horse who was very friendly and I suspect thought there might be bit of apple in it for her. Unfortunately I had to disappoint her on the apple front so whether she was feeling disgruntled by the whole situation she let out a large and echoing fart.
I cannot think of any better way to sum up the nonsense we find ourselves in at the moment.