Shakespeare tells us that there are seven stages of life; well maybe I have just reached my third stage, as I am in no hurry to grow up into adulthood. Tradition tells us that there are four seasons in the year. I would disagree, as nearly every week shows nature moving on into yet another of these many  seasons.

Now trees are heavy with leaves, probably the heaviest which they have been all year, they are tired, it shows, as the greens are just beginning to fade a little. Yet as the "Fall" approaches the woods show a beauty which is somehow hidden over the rest of the year. Towards the end of summer these wooded areas show a resplendent, verdant, loveliness which I love, so try to get out into the woods, and enjoy them.

Liz introduced me to another super spot the other day, which is called Abinger Rough, well worth an outing to, but I would recommend a mid week visit, as parking is limited and half of Blackpool seemed to be there when we went there the other Saturday. Thankfully a large number of visitors did not spoil the place. We ate lunch just opposite this small farm, very nice, but Liz did show me a new side of herself.

Before leaving home and having checked the weather forecast, it seemed that there was a moderate likelihood of a little rain, so I took my waterproof. Liz did not feel that a waterproof was necessary.  However always remember the chanciness of the British weather. When we reached the furthest point  from the car it started pouring down with rain, so being a sensible little boy, my rain coat was taken out of my shoulder bag and put on. Liz being to proud to ask, just looked at me, said nothing and fluttered her eyelids. I was defeated and gave her my coat.

I soon dried out when we got back to the car. See you soon Duncan