I was woken by voices outside. Pulling aside the curtains I looked out of the van side window, two men carefully packing fishing gear into a smart white van presumably heading home for a fishy breakfast.. the other window revealed a glorious sunrise, inspite of a cosy duvet, unable to resist I wander out and find I have the beach to myself, only birds swooping along the tideline... post fishers and pre dog walkers a whole private sun rise to myself. Suitably attired in a rather well worn scottiedog onesie I head down the beach. The solway firth streches away into the sun, a vast open space, dazzling right across to the cumbriam coast. Little hopping birds are picking at fresh seaweed and larger gulls skim the waters surface. Its quiet, only bird song and gentle waves, not a breath of wind. Serene and calm what a beautiful way to start a day.
I love these (rare) warm sunny late summer days and there is all sorts of lovely things going on in my garden... I counted 12 red admiral butterflies whizzing around the over grown ivy which I had been about to hack down but then left until the flutterbies have finished with it... The late blooms add a dash of colour and the daisy strewn lawn is littered with autumnal leaves, debris from my brief half an hour of slash and burn and the stone wall is covered in glorious soft moss all shiny and tactile with a few late nasturtiums loitering. I've hacked out the brambles for this year, sadly I missed the fruit as we were away, ditto the strawberries, we never seem to get the fruit before the birds so I've made space and moved the plants that were getting swamped and so not performing to their potential - hopefully next year they will literally blossom now they have light and room to flourish.

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