The point of this journal was to return to nature writing. It probably started off that way, I could check, but I’m sure I’ve veered off somewhere again into writing something and just mentioning the weather. And on that a weather report. Windy as fuck last night, nearly got blown out the garage but it calmed down by dog walk time. Still blustery today so have put off the Tentsmuir trip for another day. We’re having a play day at the cousins and then grannies too which will be fun.
Mornings are dark and evenings are darker. One of the best things about this time of year though is the amount of mushrooms about. I’ve seen some belters this year and have unfortunately not had the time to go wandering in the forest and look for some more. Feels like the holiday is over already and its only Wednesday morning. And the arduous task of Alton Towers still to come. It’ll be great, they’ll get so excited and I’m looking forward to it. The rollercoasters are filling me with dread already and have been since we booked it. Oh man I hated them at 16, at 26 and now at nearly 46. I managed to avoid them for most of my adult life. Until now.