We’re now rapidly moving towards winter and as I walk the dog in the mornings the shadows are markedly longer.
How the seasons have changed. It was the height of summer when I posted Tales From The River Bank and now we are at the end of autumn. We’ve had a lot of foggy mornings which always makes me think of Captain Mark Phillips the ex-husband of Princess Anne. Rumour has it that Prince Charles nicknamed him Foggy because he was thick and wet. Well the fog has certainly been thick and wet here lately.
Moving to Tassie means that we have rediscovered autumn. When we lived in Western Australia’s Wheatbelt according to Nyoongar tradition had six seasons in a year. Me not being a Black Fella’ could only really differentiate three – hot, not so hot, and not so hot and raining. So it’s quite nice walking around and seeing the trees turn and drop their leaves.