Suddenly, with the barley harvested and the nights drawing in, it's summer again, with the sun blazing down out of an almost cloudless sky, temperatures soaring towards 15C, and a light wind, so I took myself for a morning walk northwards along the coast path which, follow it far enough, will take you to John o' Groats. I made it as far as the bench which overlooks a small bay, and sat there for a good half hour or so, watching the gannets dive for fish and letting the sun warm my face.
At home the misembryanthemums, which we planted far too late in the season, were out in a blaze of raucous colour. I love them, particularly for their habit of only deigning to open their flowers when the sun is out.
Another of the sun-worshippers are the butterflies. Although our garden is only six months old it has excelled in drawing in such butterflies as are on the wing. Today, once again, the only species to enjoy the michaelmas daisies, verbena and buddleia were the peacocks - three of them in the garden - and....
....the red admirals - four of them. All the other species seem to have given up on the summer of '24 and gone into hibernation.
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