September 4th, 2014

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Indian Summer

Ailz was throwing out papers and Matthew was "putting the garden to bed"- by which he meant pruning shrubs and bushes. Between them they generated the materials for the bonfire I kept going all day.

The sun was shining.  The afternoon light was blue and powdery.  The big, billowy clouds were only a shade brighter than the stretches of empty sky.  I sat on the felled tree in the corner of the bottom field and searched the distant landscape for the tower of Hadlow Castle. It wasn't there- because sometimes it isn't.

Then all at once I saw it- shining in a sunbeam- about half a mile to the left of where I'd reckoned it ought to be.