Sunday 18th September 2016, 10.55am (day 1,851)

What is a summer, but a return to autumn? An end, but a start?
[Haiku warning]

What is a summer, but a return to autumn? An end, but a start?
[Haiku warning]

I took the shot, then fished it out. It lumbered around drunkenly on the table for a few minutes, drying itself off in the sunshine, then flew off and presumably will lead a long and waspy life. Therefore, no insects were harmed in the making of this picture.

Quite a Hebden-bound period of the blog — in the 20 days since we got back from North Wales, 13 shots have been here (and five of the rest in Manchester). Not so bad I guess but it’s time to get out a bit more. Still, I feel happy that the period signs off with a good shot, this duck and the evening light came together just so — and here’s a sign of where lens flare is integral to what I wanted from the picture.

As August winds down each year there are some regular events, firstly, I get a year older and so the title of this blog becomes one more year out of date — that’s coming on Friday. To ease the pain of this, however, the garden finally begins to pay off. Blackberries, blueberries and rhubarb in this shot, with apples and plums gathered but unseen here (we have realised fruit is much less hassle than vegetables). There must be a photo like this every year around this time, and hopefully that isn’t going to change however far I take this blog.


Those of you who haven’t already quickly moved on, shrieking, may care that I hadn’t seen any of the cave spiders in the shed since a couple of years ago: 22/6/14 was the last appearance of one on here. Thought they had moved out, but three turned up today under an old table that we had in there. I think the one on the left is the one I got in a better picture of on 9/6/12; the red markings on the legs (though not that clear on this shot) are very similar. And look, it’s sweet. They’re breeding….

Today really was the last hurrah of my summer holiday; and I still got several hours’ reading in while I made my way to and from the north-western fringes of the Lake District. That is Crummock Water in the distance, the fell behind it being Mellbreak. Meanwhile, on Whiteside, a spectacular profusion of heather; purple was definitely the dominant colour today. Or is it pink? Whatever.

I feel I’ve shown what I wanted to show about this tree, so that gratifies me.

Clare says she here sees ‘only the dead one’ but the rest were good to go… and the apples in the background are also coming along nicely. Thing about raspberries though, they’re really just weeds; they seem to grow everywhere except where was actually intended.

I love the way these cones also look like flowers — even eggs? I guess all three are more-or-less the same thing.