I said before I went away that I was worried about our garden - well, thanks to our neighbour Angela, who must have been watering way beyond the call of neighbourly duty, everything was still alive.
Our garden birds were very glad to see us - look at these young starlings enjoying the refilled bird bath.
|Young starlings enjoy the bird bath|
I just looked up 'Indian Summer' on Google. The term appears to be of American origin, but I guess must have fallen out of fashion a bit. 'Native American Summer' does not sound quite the same. In Britain, we once called this type of warm spell an 'Old Wives' Summer', even more politically incorrect. In Europe, particularly in Slavic countries, that old terminology still exists - Old Wives, Old Women, Old Ladies, Ladies, Crones, and even Witches have summers. This appears to relate to the proximity of All Hallows Eve, and also to the large number of spiders this weather brings out - the drifting fine grey hairs of webs, and the mythology surrounding the spiders themselves. Clearly, this is the season for Hastings Battleaxe.
Meteorologists define Indian Summer as a spell of fine weather occurring in October or November, but as usual, our media has hyped up this warm September. 'Indian Summer wreaks havoc on the High Street', screams the Daily Mail, as apparently, share prices plummet due to nobody buying winter clothes. How can shareholders be so stupid? Looking at the weather forecast, gallons of rain and cold weather are on the way.
Having said that, I have not bought anything either. No wonder the retail economy has collapsed. Oh no, I lie. I have treated myself to a pair of Russell and Bromley tassel loafers. Very classic.
Today has been an absolutely glorious hot sunny day here in Hastings. Philosopher and I went down to town and took a walk along the sea-front. The sea and the sky were as blue as the Mediterranean. Well, maybe not, see the picture of the Turkish sea at the end of this post. No English sea can ever quite compete with the vivid blueness of the Med. We have a gentler colour and light. In Hastings today, the sea was calm, and the beach was empty. .
|Lovely day - nobody on Hastings beach!|
|The crane on the barge|
|Lots of work going on|
|The skeleton of the old ballroom|
|Turkish sea blue - a final memory of our holiday|