Sunday, 28 October 2007
Listening to: Bolton v Villa
Weather: rain, wind, sunshine, rain, sunshine, hail, wind and finally sunshine
The time is: err. . . um
Pigs' tea: potatoes and barley
The Indian summer that October brought to Westray seems to be well and truly over with bands of wind and rain sweeping over the island.
Although it's sunny as I write this (so I'll keep it short), to say the weather is unsettled is to understate the case massively. Winter is on the way.
The return to GMT this morning makes little difference to me - hours and days seem somehow to have less significance here - It was getting light when I woke at about 6.45 and fully light when I meandered my way to the bathroom for a cold wash (hot water is off again).
Eric and Ernie didn't object any more than usual when I gave them their breakfast at a time that was, in real terms, 45 minutes late. The hens were just as reluctant to get out into their run, nobody was watching the clock, setting deadlines.
But I've had to pick up the pace a little, realising that it will be dark soon after 4.30 and the dogs still have to be walked, pigs' potatoes have to be cooked and I have to bag up and deliver some 10-year-old chicken manure to Mr D's place. I'd better get used to it; by the middle of December it gets light at 9.30 and dark again at 3pm.
Then it's time to hunker down, light a fire, hope for a decent film on telly, attack the reading pile, blog a bit, bake a cake, get on with tidying up the stone wall in the kitchen/dining room and wait for spring.
I feel hibernation coming on.