Monday, 7 November 2011

Wanders

IN MANY ways this is my favourite time of year. The downsides associated with the start of a new academic term seem to fade to insignificance on days when the sky is clear, the air is crisp, and the trees have turned to varying shades of yellow and red. Leaves are falling to the ground as a reminder that, despite our best efforts to influence the world around us with work and inventions to make our lives more convenient, there is a universal constant that is nature, the true ruler of the surface we live on. Even London Midland have had to issue a revised ‘leaf fall’ train timetable, surprised, once again, that the seasons have changed, just like they do every year.

Sadly the falling leaves mean that my varying explorations of my local area have had to come to an end. And as I sit, now, staring out of the window of our second floor flat through what was the canopy of the trees around us, the squirrels and sentry pigeons having sought refuge elsewhere, I reflect on my first full summer in this new home.