Blissful Bank Holiday weekend

Oh, the joy of a Bank Holiday weekend, that extra elicit day to be with one's loved ones, lay on an extra moment or two and revel in the delight of being at home. Oh, how I do love them. The male guardian has two of the three days away from his professional toil and enjoy them we shall. Little matters what we shall do for 'tis the very fact we have time off together that makes the day. 

The weather is cooler, with intermittent rain and sun, the fields have been scarified and the beginnings of the next season can be felt.., with September knocking at the backdoor as Summer lingeringly passes through the front. The sound of apples dropping as the breeze blows through the orchard has once more notified us of the imminent arrival of autumn. Not two days past was the cacophony cackle of a pheasant, sure signs of a year moving on. ''Tis a favourite time of year for me and I shall make the very most of it both in and out of our home.As we sit here in our bedchamber enjoying that first cup of English breakfast tea, all that can be heard is the wind in the trees, apples dropping, and the birds as they go about their daily rituals. A time to breathe and listen to the calming sounds of the countryside.

An unexpected delay in the works upon our little home is a short hiatus that will be absorbed in to the  programme but has not stopped it, thankfully. When one is keeper of an old home the unexpected is not quite so unexpected after all these years, the joy of preserving something that has stood the test of time.