My back garden
At dusk tonight, all three dogs came out for a walk around the village with me. It was a sunny night that was cooling rapidly and the delicate buttercup yellow Welsh poppies had only just bloomed in the garden this afternoon giving a flavour of the prettiness to come from the summer flowers.
There was a threat of a frost later.
I think the youth club is on tonight given the amount of shrieking going on behind the Memorial Hall's drawn curtains and the four of us sat on the green for a while squinting in the weak sun as the yelling reverberated up and around High Street as though the school bell had just rung for playtime.
With George more rested we walked on albeit very slowly
Past the affable despots' little chocolate box house and the bungalows on Bryon Street with their neat little green gardens.
It was cooling very fast and I could see woodsmoke rising over the bigger houses in the old part of the village.
Mrs Trellis had already drawn her curtains for the night
We turned back along London Road as George was getting a little breathless and had slowed his pace to a crawl
Albert was waiting for us by the Church and was sat under the lytchgate like a sphinx' shadow. He got up gleefully when he saw us and head rubbed each of the dogs in turn to say hello even though he had watched us leave only 30 minutes earlier !
Only Winnie gently head butted him back in friendly acknowledgement
and the five of us ambled down the lane back home...... together
