August 28th – A grim day at work when nothing worked, and a wet journey home.
Today was not a good day. But the weather and rain were warm, and the wind favourable.
Squelching on the Canal up to the High Street it felt very much like autumn. Although I always dread the season, I always give in and adore it in the end.
But the thought of the dark nights does so get me down.
Still, it’s not been a bad summer.