I greeted the dawn of the last day of summer with alongside a flatulent horse and I had this idea that I might do the same, only this time with a cow or two. (Boy would that have been smelly!) However, any cows that might have still been out in the fields would be in the milking parlour so it was forlorn hope if not just a bit silly.
Instead the last day of autumn was a portent of what we have waiting for us – frost, mist and fog. The long days of summer never seemed so far away just now.