Suddenly it's all autumnal, blustery and cool. Rain is threatened. The weatherman calls the conditions "unstable" and tells us that a depression is moving across the country, slowly losing its identity*...
I am taken for a walk up and around Millstone Hill, long a favourite.
I pose nicely on the 'pose nicely please' stone, allowing Gail a convenient pause to catch her breath half way up the ascent.
Higher up, I hear a rustle in the heather, and hurtle off to investigate.
But I am Nice Nobby these days (mostly, give or take the occasional dead snail incident) so I rush back when Gail calls, and claim my treat.
The panoramic view from the summit allows us a preview of showers heading our way.
The wind has lifted my ear flaps and it's time to hasten down.
There's a brief blue sky interlude before we get back to the car, but I sniff the air and sense more change on the way.
*Gail wonders if this a subtle commentary on the broader state of the UK...
